Sean and I went to the Fountainbleau State Park today for another nature walk and to see the beach. The park is beautiful and I wouldn't mind going camping there at some point.
Armed with a map, that turned out not to be helpful, Sean and I went on the nature trail. I noticed once we started walking that it was 1 1/4 miles. Hmm...I'm not much of an outdoor enthusiast, but Sean is, so I figured that he would have fun. I started to panic when I realized that we were the only ones on the trail and that I had left my cell in the car. When we neared the Wetlands section, I heard a lot of kids from a camp, so I felt better. We looked at the marshes and then headed back on the trail. I know now to never assume. I thought the trail would wind around to the beginning where our car was parked. Boy, was I wrong and I picked the wrong direction for us to head towards. We must have walked close to a mile and I was near tears. There were a lot of pebbles on the road, so Sean amused himself with stopping every 3 seconds to pick up a handful. Finally, we saw a park ranger who headed us back in the right direction. I have never been so happy to see my car.
I was ready to go home, but had mentioned the beach earlier to Sean. He pitched a fit, so we went to see the beach. This was about 1/2 a mile from the parking lot. Sean got to put his feet in the sand, but didn't seem to care for it. Then, I noticed that a long scab that Sean had on his leg had split open and blood was streaming from it. It was enough for others to notice and ask if I needed help. I told them that I was taking him home and carried my bleeding child back to the car, applied pressure to the scab and then we finally left!! I don't think that Sean or I have walked that much before. Thank God, it wasn't hot today. We ended the day with french fries which put a smile on his face.