It was the perfect summer day for not vegging out watching Scooby-Doo and those meddling kids. So it was a good thing there wasn’t one in the broadcast line-up this morning.
After a short, impromptu playdate with the kids across the street, and a quick bite to eat, the Boy decided that he wanted to return to Gillette Castle. By way of river ferry. Gillette Castle is the former home of the once famous stage actor William Gillette. He also liked trains. We usually go once a summer. We hadn’t been yet this year.
To get to the ferry, one must cross train tracks. We had timed it just right and got to the railroad crossing just before a train came through.
We supplied the requisite hand waving and then continued on our merry way to the ferry.
Before I get any further, let me just state for the record, that I did not think through the Boy’s motives well enough to wear proper footwear. Hiking in open sandals is not for the faint-of-heart. However, I have to say, that despite the open footwear, the trails which ran along the former train roadbed were easily navigated and relatively free of obsticles. My feet did not suffer at the hands of stray bits of nature along those trails. Sadly though, yesterday I pulled a muscle in the bottom of my right foot between heel and arch. It flared up again due to lack of support. (Suz – what did I do and how do I fix it?) Thus, I felt it necessary to put the kibosh on any further investigation of former railroad right-of-way.
Good grief that was long-winded.
Somebody stop me.
Better yet, here are some more pictures.
We had such a great afternoon with trains and ferry rides and state parks and the remains of former train tracks and more trains. And ice cream.
Gotta have ice cream.
Today, I feel as though I did my job as a parent. Got the kid out of the house, fed his interests, got him some exercise, and then fed him sugar.
My job here, for the day, is done.
Tomorrow, we go back and do it all over.
Tomorrow I will wear sensible shoes.