A couple of weeks ago I had a great idea (hey...it happens). I thought that on a beautiful fall day Grandpa and I should take the grand kids to Hard Labor Creek State Park in nearby Rutledge, Ga. We could hike the trail, come back and have a picnic lunch on a blanket (maybe I could find a quilt somewhere) and then play on the nice, new playground for a while.
Well, we did just that and had a great time. "Hiking" was never like this, though. We had to stop along the way to pick up and then throw many sticks, rocks, etc....we collected especially large and/or colorful leaves...every fallen tree was to be used as a balance beam...every rock of any size was to be scaled like it was a great mountain...every tree that could be reached needed to be climbed...and some strange trees made good "horses". The small river that runs through the park -- now barely a creek thanks to the ongoing drought -- was inspected closely for frogs and/or minnows and such (didn't find either) and leaf "boats" were floated in it.
We had a really great time.