Archive for May, 2009

Our first fishing trip

May 7, 2009

The kids and I went fishing today.  They’d practiced casting, a lot.  They had some fishing poles, likely bought at Wal Mart, with a princess theme for Anna and a super hero theme for Thomas.  Yesterday Anna and I made the trek to the local sporting good store and bought some semi-real rods and reels.

After getting the rods rigged up with the kids favorite lures, a white mini-jig for Anna and a chartreuse jig with a purple plastic worm for Thomas (I couldn’t convince them of any other “bait”), we walked down to the lake.  Both Thomas and Anna did very well casting into the lake.

We spent about thirty minutes or so casting and reeling in the line.  Anna’s favorite part was reeling so it was up to me to cast, cast, cast and cast some more.  After the thirty minutes Thomas lost interest and wanted to throw rocks into the lake.   I told Thomas, “You’re going to scare the fish”.  His response, “Dad, there’s no fish in there.  We’ve been here forever and there’s no fish.”  I guess fishing is the perfect test of patience for a kid.

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Treasure Hunting

May 5, 2009

What roadI had quite the morning with the kids today.  Actually I guess this story starts several days ago, with…I think it was the Imagination Movers.  Thomas and Anna were watching television one morning and I remember hearing something about treasure from the characters.  So, I jumped online and found a “geo-cache” nearby.  If you don’t know what a geocache is it’s something put out somewhere and then the “coordinates” are published online.  The point is to see if you can find the “cache” based on the published coordinates (via GPS).  I’d never done this before but we had a break in the rain and I thought it’d be a good way to get the kids out of the house for a while.  The first attempt ended up with two muddy kids, a washed out road and a hell of a trek back to the truck.

This morning I thought we’d try it again in a more hospitable place.  I wrote down the GPS location of two easy (or so said the online posting) caches.  We prepared “snacks” and brought “emergency water”, as there was no telling how long we might be on this adventure.  I had a hint based on the posting that the cache (which we were calling treasure) was at the base of a tree near a park.  The treasure is under a tree?  Well, that's a tree.

Well, we found the park, parked the truck and started talking about treasure.  Unfortunately at this park there was well over one million trees, rolling hills and my oldest, Thomas, immediately lost interest in treasure and just wanted to run.  He ran and ran and ran and ran some more.  Anna tried to keep up but her little legs just couldn’t do it.  After about thirty minutes I convinced Thomas to take a break, have a snack, and we started talking treasure again.  He was less interested than I thought he’d be so we decided to call it a day.

As we started to pull out of the parking lot I noticed the GPS actually said we were getting closer.  I decided to drive as near the treasure as I could and try to tempt the kids again with stories of treasure.  We discussed if the treasure would be gold, money, or something even more tantalizing, like toys.  OK, the kids were back in.  We parked not too far, but at the bottom of a long uphill walk.  We walked and walked and walked (or so it seemed since it was uphill both ways in the snow).  We had to cross a bridge and when we got to the other side we’d gone too far.  What the hell?  We’d gone too far?  Yep, the GPS said we needed to head back slightly, so we did. 

Yep, just out there a little further kids, keep looking.

Yep, just out there a little further kids, keep looking.

About a third of the way back across the bridge and what would have been about twenty feet in mid-air is where my GPS said the treasure should lie.

 I told the kids we’d check the trees on the way back, back across the bridge and see if we couldn’t stumble onto the treasure somehow.  I didn’t really know what to say when Anna asked, “Dad, where’s the treasure.”  Luckily while I was still trying to think of an answer Thomas piped up and said, “Anna, the adventure was the treasure”.  Can you believe he came up with that all on his own?

I asked the kids, “Who’s taking a nap when we get home?”  Both said, very authoritatively, “I’M NOT TAKING A NAP!!!!!”

5 minutes later

5 minutes later