During our month of AWESOME weather, Quent took Jeralyn hiking up Deer Mountain for an overnight stay at the cabin. She was super excited since she LOVES camping (she didn't stop talking about it since our trial camping night).
So they packed up and headed up the mountain.
I believe this was taken at the beginning of the trail.
So proud of our girl who walked all the way up (and down the next day)!
Silly girl!
Stopping to take a break.
Water break.
Jeralyn is really into posing like a ballerina for the camera these days. So cute!
Walking in the snow.
They made it to the cabin after about 4 hours (Quent does the hike up in 1 hour). Quent made some dinner for the two of them.
They had the cabin to themselves.
Quent said that Jeralyn was not impressed with the pit toilet (nor is she in favor of the outhouses). There's a funny story.
(as told by Quent) As Jeralyn settled down in the cabin for the night, I told her that I was going to brush my teeth and go to the bathroom. What I left unsaid was that I was planning on being away from the cabin for a little while so she could fall asleep. Based on past camping experiences, I've observed that it takes her a very long time to fall asleep if I lay next to her. So I existed the cabin, brushed my teeth, and visited the outhouse before climbing some rock outcrops around the cabin. After about an hour I decided to come back and check on her. She was wide awake, and was playing with Shelly and her doll. Eventually she spotted me so I entered the cabin and she promptly asked, "Daddy, did you fall in the bathroom." After explain that no, I had avoided that misfortune. She then asked, "Did you go whoa, Whoa, WHOA! Which is her way of asking if I almost fell in!
There is a prelude to that story. When she visited the outhouse she looked down in the pit she thought it was really deep and was afraid that she might fall in... so much so that she had to visit the blueberry bushes instead. Her concern for my welfare was as memorable as it was sweet.
All packed up and ready to go down.
Can't quite see it in this single photo but she was jumping up and down, doing one of her ballet moves.
Crowberry flowers.
First overlook. As we hiked down from this point Jeralyn's legs started to tire and our pace of progress grew slower and slower. It took about as much time to go down as it did to go up. Nevertheless, pretty impressive for a three year old (or at least that what the folks on the trail seemed to think).
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