In Our Own Backyard

I am always forgetting that the Potomac River is less than ten miles away from us, and I have passed the sign to Great Falls Park I don't know how many times...

On Monday morning we went to Kidwell Farm, where Henry received an actual cow-lick from a soft, big-brown-eyed little calf. And the real highlight of that little outing was our boys wearing rubber "chore boots" so they were allowed to stomp in any darn puddle they wanted to. Which made all the other children want to play in the mud, too. Which made their anti-mud parents give us looks for daring their children to get a little dirty. (Some of these children were actually wearing muddable boots but were, under no circumstances, to get them muddy. At a working farm.)

Of course, later when Calvin and Henry no longer had their boots on, it was difficult to keep them out of the mud. But really, what does it hurt? I ask you.


Then we decided that because it was 68 degrees out that we would take our lunch and a look at the falls.

It is truly a beautiful, accessible wonder...Pictures can't really capture the scale of the falls - it's an 80 foot drop - and there were so many rocks. The boys were in heaven and I could almost imagine being far from civilization, or touring "the Lakes." I really enjoyed the historical canal walls that are still standing and the big trees and paths through the park and the perfect weather.

Of course my reduced brain capacity couldn't decide which pictures to post, so here are a whole slew of them from our day. I think this is a place we will go back to often.




Did I mention that along with his other charms, Henry has NO fear? Cal is intense, but cautious. But there is no stopping Henry...