Stone Mountain Camping

Eliza Grace and I joined some fellow American Heritage Girl (AHG) families for a camp out last weekend at Stone Mountain State Park in North Carolina.

I had detailed in a Facebook post how much I dislike camping in general, but I have to admit that, despite the never ending rain, I really enjoyed myself!  Of course that was due to the companionship rather than sleeping outdoors.

We arrived on Friday evening with enough daylight to set up the tent, wander around the campsites, find the all too important bathhouse, and visit with neighbors.

That night we built a little fire that survived the rain long enough to let us make s'mores and then we headed off to bed.

The next morning I set up the cook stove and Eliza Grace whipped up some chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast. Afterward she even did the dishes!

Then, despite the continued misty rain, we headed off with some AHG friends to hike to the top of Stone Mountain.

 

The canopy of trees kept us fairly dry for most of the hike up.

   

There were a couple of rock plateaus along the way and they had all kinds of natural holes and waterways on the rock face.
We sort of felt like we were exploring the moon with all the little craters.

We also came upon the occasional cool little tree growing out of the rock. 

They made nice resting spots.

And of course the views to the west were amazing.

That's Grandfather Mountain out there.

 Beautiful flora everywhere.

 Finally, we made it to the top for the ultimate view.

Eliza Grace had to get closer to the edge to see that tree. However, I was happy to stay further back.

The hike back down the mountain included some serious rain from which no amount of tree canopy could protect us. 

By the time we were back at the bottom, we were soaked to the skin and ready to be somewhere warm and dry which, sadly, the tent was not.  Which explains why we sat in the car with the heat on for about 15 minutes. After a quick change of clothes, I turned off the car, covered Eliza Grace in blankets and let her take a nice long nap in the front seat. 

Dryness and a good nap do wonders for the camping soul!

That evening we had all had it with the rain, and did not relish the idea of cooking in a downpour, so we decided to run into town for pizza.  

If you're ever in Elkin, NC, we definitely recommend Amalfi's Pizza!

The next morning Eliza Grace and I packed up the tent and all our other paraphernalia in record time (our new "instant tent" is REALLY easy to take down) and we decided to do one more quick hike to see a nearby waterfall.  It was only .6 miles round trip from the trail head so we figured we could hike it, take a few pictures and be back in 30 minutes at the most.

We were wrong.

The trail started off just fine.  We even came across this chimney that stood there all by itself on the side of the trail.

But then the trail began a downhill slope and kept getting steeper and steeper.  

We should have been slightly deterred by the signs that kept warning of maiming and death. Seriously, there were a couple of them along the trail.  

For some reason, we kept walking.

Once we arrived at the top of the waterfall, we had to walk down a ~40 degree decline on the rock face. Did I mention it was misting once again at this point?

Then to get to the bottom of the waterfall, there were the stairs.

Somewhere in the neighborhood of 350 stairs in total.

There was a brief respite landing halfway down with all the very necessary warnings about how we would perish if not careful.

Then we headed down more and more and more stairs.

Finally, we made it to the bottom of a very pretty waterfall to a fairly anti-climatic little pool.

Eliza Grace took this action water shot.

We walked a bit further and found this lovely little fairy-sized waterfall in the creek.

And there's a cute little wood sprite now!

After enjoying the beautiful, peaceful sights and sounds of the woods, you know what we had to do then. 

Go back up.

All ~350 steps and back up the 40 degree incline.

Eliza Grace literally hopped up the steps.  She stopped about every 75 steps or so just to see if I was still alive. It was so thoughtful of her.

People, she wasn't even winded when she reached the top.  

I know I was the same way back when I was 12. But alas, I am 12 no longer.

Regardless, I was so proud of us both and it was worth every achy, stiff leg muscle I hobbled around on the next day.

Overall we had a great time and we definitely recommend you check out Stone Mountain State Park, NC!

Apparently the Problem is My Brain.

Yesterday, on the way to Tae Kwon Do, I was chatting with Will about plans for his 8th birthday party in November. (The best time to have good conversation with your child, especially your boy child, is in the car.)

I'd been considering booking a game truck company to come to a nearby park and set up laser tag so that I could avoid having an onslaught of 2nd grade boys take over and potentially destroy our home.  

Then I saw what said game trucks charge.  

Moving on.

So, we were discussing plan B,C and possibly D. During the course of the discussion I asked Will what he and his friends really like to do most.

"Play war, Mommy," was his reply.  

Ok. So I started throwing out ideas, themes, games to play, etc. Will listened patiently and then, in a somewhat exasperated tone, explained the following:

"Mommy, you don't have a boy brain."

To this I responded, "You are absolutely right.  I do not have a boy brain (thank the good Lord).  What's your point?"

"Here's what we're going to do," he said, "we're going to have two teams and then we are just going to run around and fight until it's time for cake."

Alrighty then.  

Sounds like he has the activity portion of the party well in hand. Guess I'll take care of the cake. 

The Toes Have It!

In preparation for our Disney cruise, Eliza Grace and I went to the nail shop.

Our toes are now Disney-fied!

My Judgmental Shoes

I was reading a "Mommy" blog last week. 

The writer was talking about how she had to provide a tardy note for her child because halfway to school she realized her child had left the house without shoes. 

As I was reading, my immediate thought was,"Now really, what kind of Mother heads out of the house without making sure her children are wearing shoes?" I think I added a, "For goodness sake," in there for good measure.

Fast forward to today when we are about 30 minutes from home on our way to the beach and Scott asks me, "Did you pack shoes for Will?"

To which I responded, "No, he can just wear his flip flops."  

Then I paused a second and asked, "Will, you did put your flip flops on before you left the house, right?"

Well, I'm sure we all know the answer to that question.  

And let's not even talk about the fact that Scott noticed Will get in the car without shoes but did not think to ask about it for 30 minutes.  

No, let's focus on Miss Judgmental who recently wondered what kind of Mother would let her child leave the house for a trip somewhere without shoes.

It always comes back to bite me.

When will I learn to cast off that judgmental hat and veil myself in humility.  

Seriously, when will I learn.

On the bright side, Scott brought two pairs of shoes, so I wore his flip flops (which were ginormous, see picture above), Eliza Grace wore mine (because her foot is almost as big as mine!) and Will wore Eliza Grace's Crocs. This shoe shuffle kept us from having to go into a Wing's and spend $5 on flops for Will :)

Saturday...in Pullen Park

Pullen Park, Raleigh, NC.

First, we climb.

This is the girl who used to have a huge fear 

of heights.  OT + maturity = bye bye fear!

"Look Mommy!  I'm a fly caught in a web!"

 

 Then we get sandy and wet.

See that little girl to the left of EG?  Oh my, what a little bossy pants!  You can see it on her face.  Thankfully, Eliza Grace just ignored her :)

 Then we patiently wait to spin.

 Will chose the pig.

 EG chose a cat.

Then, even though I told them they were waaaay too old, they did the boats.  They're now convinced they are too old, since both of them had trouble fitting in the seats!

  Lastly, we ride the train.
 Definitely a Saturday well spent at the park.