Gone Fishing

       Adieu, farewell, I'm off to see the wizard. Ok, that may be an exaggeration of my personal Emerald City, but I am off to the Mountains for the holiday. My cabin awaits my arrival where I will be forced to participate in some fresh air, beautiful sunrises and breathtaking sunsets. I believe, if forced, I will also be finagled into some fine trout fishing, and leisure naps on the river bank.

I know, rough, I can feel your empathy already. My last mission to accomplish before leaving town, is finding full body armor for my youngest daughter. It seems, I have a bit of an Evil Kenival on my hands. I purchased a Polaris Scrambler 4-wheeler for my little darlings to scoot around on around the cabin this winter. The last time I snuck up to the cabin was their maiden voyage on the thing. Here's about how it went..........
      
       Shelby 13 year old: First rider, she claimed maturity, age and used her pleading eye's that usually buckle her eager little sister into getting her way. Shelby leisurely applied gas, and meandered around the property at a nice little pace that never once made me cringe.
      
       Kaitlyn 10 year old: From the moment her little tiny butt hit that seat, her small hands gripped the handle bars, her head bent down in a brilliant racing stance barely peeking out from the helmet, she was off like a NASA rocket. Now of course, the child claims afterwards that she never ONCE heard me hollering to slow the hell down through her helmet and the sounds of the scrambler..........but I think she knew damn well she was on rocket speed and Mom wouldn't be happy. She stayed up on the side of the mountain for what seemed like the LONGEST time, she found every possible mound and discovered she could jump them, all four wheels off the ground. <Yes, by then I was walking my big butt up the mountain to catch this little tiny run away Evil Kineval>

       I managed to get her off the Mountain and back down to the cabin. Now, my darling Father had watched from his cabin porch his little granddaughters spectacle of jumping, racing, skidding out, ripping around tree's and felt the need to come join the chewing out session. I was in the processof explaining why I have no need to scrap her off a tree and he jumped in to explain she had raw natural, albeit alittle crazy, but natural talent. Basically, he jumped to her side of the negotiations.

       So full racing attire must be purchased today, along with a better helmet. I can appreciate an adventurous streak in anyone. So I will suck in the cringe and let my little Ricky racer fly <within reason, of course> My Father has committed to teaching her the fine art of racing and safety. And we'll all hope we have no need for a hospital anytime soon!

       Have a wonderful weekend everyone! Get outside and enjoy....................