Have adventures

I took the kids on a weekend adventure to Upper Michigan. Beaches were played on. Waterfalls were wondered at. Pasties were not eaten.

Last week I had to go to one of the less exciting places in the United States: Columbus, OH. Kind of the antithesis of adventure. Well, in my mind anyway.

I had a mid-morning flight and didn’t really want to go. So when the airline started asking for volunteers to be put on a later flight, I was sure to volunteer for that. Suffice to say, I got my wish. I got delayed not once, but twice.

Of course I got some compensation from the airline. This is standard. So I guess I now have the ability to have some future adventures. Now the question is what will they be? Alaska on my own? Family vacation? So hard to say.

With a 3 year old child! We’re leaving after her nap.

If that’s not an adventure, I don’t know adventure.

We’re packing up the car and taking Little Girl to visit her uncles in Toronto. I can’t wait to see how that’s going to work out. We’re breaking the drive up in to two days so we can stop at a provincial park on Lake Erie. We might stop at Niagara Falls.

In any case, we’re going to find out how toddlers travel.

I took my daughter to the west side of Chicago—Garfield Park to be specific. I had been told many times that it was a bad neighborhood, but that wasn’t the case.

We went to the Conservatory, which is over 100 years old. They had lots of fun things for kids to do, so we did them and had fun.

If there is an adventure better than spending time with a child, I’m not sure I’ve found it yet.

So I spent a long weekend north of 60 in Canada. I found a stop sign that seemed not to have a purpose. I got caught in a heavy rain—in a supposedly arid climate—miles from any paved road. I saw a flicker of the northern lights. I ate musk ox and caribou. In the same stew. I’m calling that an adventure.