A week ago I read a blog post that OhMommy had written about an ‘adventure’ she had taken her kids on titled “Why Not?”  I felt my own guilt for not being more adventurous because I knew that once upon a time I used to be, but had somehow lost that girl on this journey called motherhood.  I lamented about my woe’s here and to my poor husband who’s only response was “well then do something about it” to which I thought “I guess it really is as simple as that.”

On Saturday morning, I returned from my 5K race bright eyed and ready to tackle the day and provided the following proposition to my children – If they managed to get their rooms clean (as well as the living room and play room they had since turned into a ‘tornado’ room) and I manged to get through the mountain of laundry…We would spend Sunday on an adventure.  A few quizzical looks and questions of “where is this adventure” (an answer I did not have at the time) and a deal was made.  I had no clue where we would go or what we would do, but I was willing to give spontaneous adventures a try at least once.

Sunday Morning arrived and I woke my children up at 6:45 with promises of a day filled with adventure at a State Park. (Not as cool as OhMommy, but ssshh-don’t tell my kids!)  We loaded up the car, threw in a bag of snacks, an ice chest for drinks and with a quick pit stop at the store we were set for a picnic in the park.  Windows down and sunroof up we blasted music till our hearts content as wind flew thru our hair and the sun broke over the tree tops.  A few short hours later we arrived and embarked upon an adventure only our imaginations could take us on as we:

climbed stairs upon stairs to the top of the ancient ceremonial grounds

as we ‘hunted’ the elusive KILLER butterfly

as we crossed the bridge of 100 trolls

as we danced a jig to pay our toll

and searched both UP

and DOWN

realizing in the end that an adventure is best when shared with a friend…