The Hunting Spot

This is the hunting spot.  David walks the kids down the block and a little closer to the hills behind us and the kids think they are hunting in the mountains (or at least Grace thinks so).  I think Andrew knows better but he still calls it the hunting spot.  They walk around and look for animals and animal tracks.  This was the first time I was invited and I wore flip flops.  I quickly realized they are not appropriate for hunting.  Grace packed a backpack with snacks b/c she said she might get hungry.  Mind you we had just eaten dinner and this place isn't even a block away.  She is completely unaware of that fact which I love.  This particular night they were riding along and David told them to pull over and park and she was surprised we were there.  We've driven by and she doesn't even notice it.  Anyway, David drew deer tracks in the ground for the kids to find and we really did see quail prints in the sand.  It was fun (although secretly I was really worried about the kids' bikes that we left parked on the side of the road for anyone to take). 

I'm glad I was invited to be part of this evening.  I'm not really the adventurous kind.  The kids want to go camping in the mountains and I think of a million places I would rather go.  Last weekend we camped out in our backyard for the night.  I made it til about 4 am when all the dogs in the desert were barking and I couldn't fall back to sleep.  I quickly went in to my bed.  The kids and David made it all night and loved it! 

I'm sure many more mountain/camping adventures are in our future.