Duh-ism #5231....So I’m hiking and I hit a section of the trail I’m sure I could easily get lost on if I wasn’t paying attention, so I take a picture of an item partly hidden in the bushes to mark where I’ve been, you know in case I don’t remember on the way back. Flash forward 45 minutes, we get back to the questionable area and the kids ask if they can go up? I look around for the item I took a picture of and it’s not there. Where did the blue bike go, I ask? About 30 seconds after I asked...it dawned on me that my marker was resting and not a woodsy decoration and it’s owner um, rode away on it. “That’s why dad won’t go on Amazing Race with you.” P says.
One momma's experiences in the City of Angels.