Grand Canyon

We went for vacation to the Grand Canyon.  Just us four. It was good.

Like catching a breath of fresh air.

We slept in our tent and cooked over the fire.

We hiked Hermit's Trail and Bright Angel Trail, though not all the way.

Tigger tends to get heat exhaustion easily, and the further down into the canyon - the hotter it gets.  We followed all the safety rules:  hike early, carry plenty of water and salty snacks, take an easy pace, rest when needed.  Plenty of people seem to over-estimate themselves while underestimating the canyon.  They do so at their own peril.  On our first hike, which we choose because it was lead by a ranger, a couple hiking out stopped to tell the ranger they had passed 2 groups, each with a member in heat distress.  It was only 9AM.  A little later another range was hiking down trail taking inventory of all hiking groups and bringing aid to the hiker in trouble.

On our second hike trail volunteers approached nearly every group hiking down Bright Angel Trail.  They asked how far you planned to hike, how much water you carried, what snacks you brought along.  Of all the groups around us, we were the only ones they did not warn about being unprepared or suggest changing plans.  Not surprisingly many people ignored the good advice.  I bet the ended up having a ranger come fetch them, as happened on our first hike.

We finished both hikes with left-overs.  And, after talking to some hikers along the way, we want to make plans for hiking all the way to the river to over night at the bottom of the canyon. Maybe next spring?

On our second full day we went for a raft trip through Glen Canyon from the

Glenn Canyon Dam

 

to Lee's Ferry.  

(The orange balls hung over the river in the photo mark the official beginning of the Grand Canyon)

It was windy.

                    The water was COLD!

And we had a great time.

But all good things come to an end.

(and endings, and new beginnings, are the next post....)

Growing Pains

The school year is coming to an end.  Which may seem a strange thing for a (mostly) home-schooler to say, but here we participate in a charter school program that meets for classes two days a week.  I know some would not consider us home-schoolers.  I would argue with them about that, but that is another post.  This post is about the end of school.

Honestly, my children checked out of school a couple of weeks ago. They worked on finishing projects, such as their science fair project for their aforementioned charter school classes.  They randomly complete some math, or Latin, or reading, but rarely on the same day.  They play on their computers, specifically Minecraft, a lot.  I'm not happy with this schedule, but I am accepting it for now.

It's been a long school season for us.  One in which I feel like I have been beating my head against the concrete walls that are my children.  Eeyore is 13, and like all 13 year old girls she is on a roller-coaster ride of hormones and emotions.  One moment she's busily working on algebra, pleased with her efforts.  The next moment she is raging, throwing her notebook across the room and declaring herself the stupidest girl on earth.  Her perfectionist qualities do not allow her to see one little mistake as okay, all mistakes equal failure.  This has made it a tough year both in her learning work, and in her gymnastics.

Tigger, as a 10 year old boy, just can't seem to control himself for more than 5 seconds at a time.   He will glance at his Latin work, then walk outside to play around the pool.  When I call him back, he says he does not understand the work - or some other excuse.  Occasionally he does not even have an excuse!  I have found myself thinking that his preschool teacher who wanted him labeled ADHD might have been right.  However, when I talk with his class teachers they tell me what a great year he has had this year.  How hard he works.  How he concentrates.

So, I am calling all of this growing pains.  Maybe we have not learned all the academics that we should have or could have learned, but I believe we all learned about ourselves, about our needs and desires, our motivations and interest.    As I look back over the school year, our Annus Horribilis to quote the Queen, I comfort myself with the things I have learned about my children.  How they overcome struggles, the ways they have handled fear or defeat or difficult situations, the strides they have made into growing into independent people.

And, when we get back from our vacation, we will be doing school work all summer to catch up before next year starts.

Friday Hike

This morning, after our Friday ritual of breakfast at our local coffee house (which is not a big name chain!), we went for a hike at Whiting Ranch Wilderness Park.  It was nice to get outside, and not just in the front or back yards!

The trail, like so many in this area, winds along in a canyon.  For the first part of the trail you can see the houses of a fairly large development along the ridges above you.  Eventually the development ends.  You know you have hit that spot when you reach the big sign with a large picture of two Mountain Lions taken in the park as a reminder to keep alert.  This scared the heck out of Tigger who started asking every three minuets if it was time to turn back.  I made him push on for another 15 minuets, at least.

We did not see any of the big cats, but come across a bold gopher (specifically a Botta's Pocket Gopher).  They are considered pest, but we found this little one quite cute and engaging.

We discussed the idea of doing a weekly hike over the summer, and possibly asking some friends if they would like to join us. There are plenty of open space preserves and wilderness parks in the area that we could hike a different trail each week.  Sound fun to me!  (And I'll remember my camera next time.)