Last night Lisa suggested I take Smiley on the annual Father-Son Father's Day hike at Hawthorn Glen.
"It's important to keep the tradition alive," she said.
I thought for a moment. It had been cancelled because of Covid in 2020 and '21, and now Smiley is a 6'3" man on the verge of adulthood.
"The tradition is dead," I said.
Naturally, the first thing in the morning I was gung-ho and we headed right out LOL!
[I called my friend Tre and invited him and my Godson at the last minute, and they jumped to return to the annual event!]
Sadly, I apparently can't read a schedule, because the hike was SATURDAY, not today. Oopie.
It didn't matter of course. The .75 mile nature trail has a self-guiding tour, and even if it didn't it's all old hat to us. So off we all went.
There were a few new things. Some planned, like this observation deck (which was still waiting for stairs) and others unplanned, like a tree that had fallen across the trail.
This pile of sticks reminded me of "Eeyore's House" from our old hikes in Downer Woods :)
As always, Hawthorn Glen was beautiful, and the weather was perfect.
Smiley even pulled some wild onion for our dinner (don't worry - on every previous hike, the host encouraged us to pick some)
It was a great way to kick off Father's Day, and I'm glad we kept the tradition going another year!
