After our friends stood us up this weekend for a Saturday afternoon visit (Ahem! You know who you are!) Paige had the great last minute idea to take the kids up north for a hike. So we all loaded up in the van and headed for the high country.
The first stop was the fish hatchery outside of Payson. The kids were impressed by the hundreds of trout swimming around in tanks.
And by the fish pumper. It sucks them up into a big hopper, separates them from the water, and shoots the fish out a tube (usually into a waiting truck.)
Then it was down the road a bit to the Horton Creek trail. There was much discussion over whether we would see a bear, since there were warning signs about every mile along the road. Then discussion of what to do if we saw a bear, and if a bear would eat kids, and if Dad had his gun, and if he would shoot the bear, and if he might have to use
two bullets for a really big bear, and, and, and...
We didn't see any bears on the trail.
We only made it about 1/2 a mile before the kids all started wondering where on earth we were taking them, and if we were there yet, and what there would be to do when we got wherever we were going.
Luckily that was right about where we could hear water flowing, which is music to a desert dweller's ears.
Even if it is just a muddly little stream. They had tons of fun playing in it, and it wasn't long before they were all down to the Addink standard dress.
Sophie didn't get to play in the stream much, having the unfortunate combination of no swimming ability and no fear of water. So she and Paige sat on the bank.
And made funny faces in the phone.
After a good long time getting numb in the cold stream it was time to head home. The kids all agreed it was a great day, and we might have to come back here again some day.