Wednesday, July 12, 2006
peaks and valleys
Just to generate the illusion that we are one of those active, adventurous families, here is a shot of Esther and Isla in their chariot. They were whisked up McKenzie Pass by my former snowboard trainer on his bicycle during our recent trip to Oregon. The reason he pulled them is because it was six miles uphill and neither Ian nor I could have made it before sunset, or at all.
We trailed behind on our own bikes, unencumbered by our children but still very much encumbered. My coach's uber-fit wife also pulled a trailer filled with camping gear, chicken, beets and a lemon pound cake. No lie. We picnicked atop a stone tower, much like Rapunzel's, overlooking the three sisters and an endless stretch of lava field. Isla fell asleep on the way down as Esther held her hand.
The whole experience was proof positive that, if prodded and coddled in just the right way, even the most tired and apathetic parents can rally their way out of the valley and onto the peaks