We’ve reached the cabin-fever stage of winter. E and I feel antsy on the weekends, and want to go somewhere for a good long walk, but most trails are under enough snow that it would be a tedious slog to hike them. Fortunately, we have very similar offbeat ideas of what constitutes a pleasant outing — it’s one of the ways we feel especially compatible. Also fortunately, M generally has other things to do, or can be left home alone, so he doesn’t have to come along on some of our more peculiar outings.
A couple weeks ago, we informed M that we were going out for a walk at a nearby cemetery. The look on his face impressively captured the unspoken message “my parents are so weird.” But hey, cemeteries have nicely plowed roadways through them, so we can ramble for quite a while without being knee-deep in snow. And E and I both enjoy imagining what people’s lives must have been like from their tombstones, and all the stories they hint at. For example, it’s touching to see something like this on a double grave:
This one must have been a rather feisty person, don’t you think?
And we couldn’t decide if this person was either a serious movie fan, or an alien abductee.
Then last weeked, we decided to go to a local historical site and watch people and ducks by the river. That kept us busy for a while, before we migrated over to the old boathouse and amused ourselves by pushing snow off the walkway and into the water, then watching it float downstream.
E discovered that the ramp could pivot up and down, which was good for some additional entertainment as she cleared ice chunks off that.
As she said, we’ve got a pretty low threshold for what constitutes entertainment!
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