We went hiking at the Picketpost Mountain trail again. We’re totally in love with that place. It’s so rugged and so… desert. I just can’t get enough of it!
The view at all times is just amazing. It’s a visual treat to be there.
It was really bright the day we went.
At one point I let Allan, Payson and the older girls go ahead a bit so I could snap these:
I was standing there a few yards below them, watching the three of them look around, and feeling so completely in love with the moment. In love with those four people, in love with the sleeping baby against my chest, in love with the desert, in love with the crisp, cool weather. One of those absolutely perfect moments.
Looking back at the trail we’d already walked on.
We took a couple minutes to admire the view here. Brooklyn loves looking around at the scenery and pointing out specific mountains and landmarks with Allan.
This was cute. When Allan bent over to help Sierra Payson said, “Weeeeee!!”
I like this picture a lot:
Just before turning around and heading back to our car we walked up a few switchbacks that were fairly steep. On the way back down those switchbacks Allan held Sierra because she for sure would have gone tumbling down!
Sweet Brooklyn was nice enough to take a couple pictures of me and Allan that I really treasure 🙂
Payson was surprisingly in a fantastic mood! He usually doesn’t like being in the backpack because he wants to be a part of the action.
On the way back Allan pointed out these two cactus that looked like they were hugging. I said they must be in love mommy and daddy cactus.
So want to hear about the twenty minutes of not-fun that we had on this hike?
We’re heading back to our car. The sun is setting, the nice crisp cool weather is heading into plain old cold weather and Ember is starting to stir which means she’ll wake up within ten minutes and want to eat. No problem, we were pretty close to the car!
We got to this part of the trail where there’s another trail leading off in a different direction. I’m a few feet ahead and I hear Brooklyn asking Allan if we can take that other trail. I don’t pay much attention until he asks me, “Well, Ariana, what do you think, Brooklyn wants to try this trail.” And I respond with something along the lines of “yeah freaking right” because I have a 3 month old, the sun is going down, NOT the time to go on an adventure trying out a completely unknown trail to see if it maybe leads back to our car.
But Allan (later I learn, forgetting we had a baby who was getting cold and hungry with us, since we were all sweating from the hike he didn’t realize she was getting cold) said to Brooklyn that if she really thought it would lead back we could try it.
I protested. But after more talking and convincing I went along with it. Heaven knows why! I was REALLY moody as we hiked that trail. We were going farther and farther from the other trail and each minute we walked was wasted time that was going to be doubly wasted as we backtracked!
Did I mention the sun was going down and the temperature was dropping and my baby was now awake and would soon be wailing wanting milk? haha
Not my most pleasant internal dialogue moment.
We’d walked maybe ten minutes or so when I stopped us all because it was clear this trail was leading back into the hills! I said we’re turning around!! And we raced back to the main trail. And I mean we hurried! And Brooklyn and Sierra, getting really cold and tired, hung in there and speed walked besides us the whole way back! We were so proud of them and told them that often 🙂
They even got a treat when we got home.
And all in all it turned out to “only” be an extra twenty minutes. It felt like an eternity since I was worried about Ember, but it was fine and I felt silly for getting so dang upset about it.
And Brooklyn learned a valuable lesson in exploring. Like, when you have people dependant on your leadership, leadership you demanded (haha), you better not lead them astray because the screaming, hungry baby will be your fault! lol
We got home and while Allan and I started dinner Brooklyn read books to Sierra.
They were sad in this last picture because they were reading one of their favorite books, Nana Upstairs & Nana Downstairs. It’s about a little boy and his visits with his grandmother and great grandmother. The sad part is that the great grandmother dies. Later when the boy is older his grandma dies, too. Brooklyn gets especially sad because she’s so attached to her grandmas and the idea of them dying worries her. I always reassure her, but the thought of their eventual death (and mine and Allan’s and her siblings’!) makes her sad.