After two and a half hours on this tiny rocky road we finally found Crater Lake! It ended up being a swampy mess with no real water. The mosquitoes attacked as soon as we opened the car door and to top it all off, there was a dead cow right on the edge of the “lake”.
Look close and you’ll see the dead cow in the picture:
I thought finding the lake was a complete bust, but here’s the funny thing- my kids loved it. They thought it was hilarious watching their dad swat mosquitoes like a mad man (and even the baby mimicked him). And they were completely enamored with that dead cow. The middle child bawled when I wouldn’t let him go touch it. In the car I told them I took a picture of the cow because they were sure they would miss him. May asked if I would print out the picture and hang it on the bulletin board in her room. Hearing this, #2 chimed in that he needed one too, so now I have verbally committed to printing out not one, but two pictures of a dead cow for my kids to hang in their room. If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is.
Thomas and I learned a couple of things from this trip. First, he won’t be camping at Crater Lake because those skinny little Scouts would be carried off and then eaten alive by the mosquitoes. Second, never underestimate the joy a dead cow can bring to an outing. The cow probably died by mosquito, if you are wondering.
Were any grand adventures included in your weekend? Any dead things or disappointing destinations?
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