Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Father-Daughter Backpacking Lava Lake

Eliana and I are backpack camping at Lava Lake this weekend.  This is the fourth year we've come up here. I'm writing this on my phone ask she plays in the alluvial sands of a glacial creek.

This year she hiked all the way by herself. Last year I got impatient and carried her up the last switchback. Last year I made her hold my hand through some of the rougher parts of the trail. This year I didn't think about it until after she decided to run, tripped over a rock, and landed hard enough to scrape, cut, and bruise her arm and belly.  Band-Aids were liberally applied.  This year we stayed for two nights; in the past we've only stayed one.

While we were eating lunch today, she hid my water bottle behind her back and asked me where it was. After solving her riddle, I asked her for the bottle.

She asked me what the magic word was. I said "please."

She said, "No. It starts with a 'P'."

"Pretty please," I guessed.

"No. Another 'P'."

I gave up.

"Peace out, girl scout!"

Of course.

"Say it, she commanded."

I did.

"You have to think girly style", she advised me as she adorned me with her floral sun hat.
I'm a pretty lucky dad.

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