While I packed our snacks and filled the water bottles, my spontaneous husband busied himself with finding a legitimate, authentic nature experience to replace my idea. Understanding that we had other obligations waiting to be fulfilled that day, the time frame for his plan b and plan c,didn't accommodate said plans. With a reluctant heart, yet an improved attitude, we made it out the door!
Perhaps the only piece of false advertisement would be labeling this pond, "The Black Pond."
I renamed it,
Not super appropriate, I know.
Eliza was thrilled when we saw the "Whomping Willow" (her words, not mine)!
The children bravely held my hand as we crossed the troll bridge.