Greenways: Ironwood Trail

"Do you think bugs are gross? I'm not a big fan, but I don't think they're gross."

This is what I love the most about our Summer Greenway tour so far . . . the opportunity to hear my kids talk about what's on their minds. When we're walking on the Greenways Nathan and Noah talk non-stop. Today, since Nathan's in Beaufort, Noah had me all to himself. And so I got to hear about various story-lines from his favorite book series (Diary of a Wimpy Kid), plot-lines from i Carly, where he wants to go on vacation, favorite memories from vacations we've been on, what he wants for his birthday, things he thinks are funny . . . It's like this stream-of-consciousness where he says whatever pops into his head, and I have to admit, I love it. At home, during the course of our day-to-day activities, I'm not the best listener. Out on the Greenways there is nothing to distract me from what's most important.


I REALLY wanted to go on a Greenway today, especially since we haven't been on one in more than a week. Noah did NOT want to go on a Greenway today. He didn't want to go without Nathan, and he also wanted to stay home in his pajamas all day and play video games. I forced him to go, and then felt really guilty when he started feeling carsick on the drive over, and spit up a little bit (in the bucket we keep in the car for just such occasions). But then he started feeling better (after spitting up), and we were already there anyway, so we pressed on. Gotta keep the Greenway momentum going! We were at the half-way mark on the Ironwood Trail (where it meets Shelly Lake) when Noah asked, "Am I going to have to write about this?"


"Yes."


"Awwwww ! This is the worst summer ever!"

Am I bothered by this? Not in the least! One person's worst can be another person's best! And now, for your reading pleasure, a first-hand account of the worst/best summer ever . . . .







Noah: Today we went on a Greenway and I rode my scooter. We saw a bug. It was red with a black stripe. I thought it was cool. We went under a road in a tunnel. We were walking back and all of a sudden, "ding" a bicycle. It was coming from behind me and it scared me. We walked back and had a race. I felt good.