Day 1279: Alexandra at Burnham's Hollow

A trip to Burnham's Hollow brings back lots of great memories.  Early each spring we always went there for our first weenie roast of the season.  The boys would build bridges, tossing rocks across the stream till they could cross.  We would scour the creek bed for fossils.  We'd build a fire with twigs and tuck in a can of beans to cook till they bubbled.  Our sons carved sticks to cook hotdogs and marshmallows.  Now, our niece Alexandra has enjoyed those same delights.

Of course, it was a bit more difficult for her, because she broke her arm.  Fortunately, the cast is waterproof cause she kept scooping up rocks to pile on her bridge.  We both lost our hot, oozing marshmallows in the sand and she stepped in someone's plate of baked beans.  She ran laps around the pool, splashing in the swampy yard.  Mud splattered  all over her bright pink skirt and streaked her long, skinny legs.  She tripped and fell in the dish of catfood.

Then we played a game of Bandu and drew pictures of mermaids and mermen. She placed them around the living room and we toured as if we were art critics.   When she left, we were tired and Molly curled up for a nap.  Is this what it's like to have a grandchild?  Will that ever happen for us?  We're nearly 70 and it seems elusive.  Whatever.  It was a delightful day.

Building bridges

Finding fossils