Thursday, June 26th, 2014
3 years, 7 months.
While on our summer annual vacation in Lake Tahoe this past week, we stayed at a resort called The Village at Squaw Valley; where they held the 1960 Olympics.
I’ve never been an athlete or even into watching organized sports. I mountain bike and run- those are my weekly physical activities.
And whenever I get the chance, I love to hike!
It just so happens that where we stayed was surrounded by huge, hikeable mountains. So for a couple of mornings, your 19 year-old cousin Matt and I decided to scale the face of the mountains; along the way of the ski lifts. Sure, there were service roads and “official” trails, but for us, they simply served as landmarks for us.
As you can see, we helped save a baby snake from most likely being soon run over by a service vehicle. We even hiked high enough to touch the snow at the top of the mountain; as well as to the very “spaceshippy” ski lift operation building.
After you heard about all the excitement, you began asking me, “Daddy, can I go on a hike with you? Can we find a trail?”
Granted, there were no trails appropriate for a 3 and a half year-old little boy, but you and I found some anyway.
One included the entryway to a restaurant called Plumpjack’s, which had a cool waterfall and a bridge. There was also a “spaceship” at the base of the mountain that you and I were able to check out.
We also “hiked” along the stone pathway leading to a small pond where you got to throw rocks until your heart was content.
It was one of the most memorable parts of our vacation, spending that father and son time with you.
Of course, the flattering part of this story for me is that you wanted to “hike a trail” with me because you observed that’s “what the guys are doing.”
I love it that you wanted to follow the model I unintentionally set for you.
Just like the lyrics of the theme song to “Who’s The Boss?” say, “Found a trail and at the end was you.”
That line not only serves as the perfect way to summarize the end of our summer vacation, but also something else…
Make sure you don’t miss my next letter.
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