Rachel, Ella, and I spent Sunday morning at one of my favorite places to hike. It was a momentous occasion because we took Ella off-roading in her wagon for the first time! Rachel was the spotter and let me know whenever a root or rock, or in one instance, a tree, was blocking the path. It was tough, but Ella loved it. There was only one steep hill and I went down backwards with my arms wrapped around the wagon. Ella stood up then, and it took some coaxing to get her to settle back down, but she did. It turns out she's not a huge fan of the trust game.
It was quite the adventure and I think all of us will happily do it again.
This was before we went off-roading. Ella walked quite a ways before she wore herself out.
Here we go!
Each wheel was absolutely caked in mud and leaves but only took seconds to clean.
The next picture isn't for the faint of heart. If you cannot handle gore you may not want to read any further.
While we were on our hike we came across a gruesome massacre. A vicious, appalling display of pumpkin brutality. Some died peacefully with smiles still on their placid, orange faces. Others weren't so lucky. Some were torched, stomped, and even thrown, their sticky innards trailing a long, rolling path to the pit of their death.
Naturally, I went into the pit and poked around a bit. It was very squishy and smelled surprisingly like nothing.
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