Curly suggested that we go to the swimming pool yesterday afternoon, the first warm day after weeks of rain. We dug our swimsuits out of the bottoms of our drawers, and raided the storage room downstairs for the swim toys.
We got to the pool and discovered a hose hooked to the nearby fire hydrant running into the pool as it filled. The bored young man behind the counter told me that the pool wouldn't be open until Thursday.
I had to return to my car and two woeful faces to tell them we would not be swimming after all. Secretly, I felt a little relieved, but after seeing their disappointment, I decided I needed to come up with something equally cool. I suggested a trip up to the woods instead.
They agreed enthusiastically, and we set off. Forty minutes later, we were up at McCrosky, our favorite place off the beaten track. We built a campfire with wood that the previous campers had abandoned, and roasted marshmallows and hot dogs. Curly took pictures. We all had a great time, which almost made up for the pool not being open.
Almost. Little Mister asked me approximately 47 times today which day the pool opened, as if maybe my answer would change if he asked hopefully enough. Personally, I preferred the woods, and I even got another article out of the experience, which will publish Tuesday. Flexibility is key.