Go Climb a Tree Part 2

When you’re a Piper, sometimes you go for a hike around a lake.

And it’s a good hike with trails and covered walkways. You jump and dance and leap about the lake. And then, you find a clump of cool trees. So, of course, you climb in them.

But you walk straight into a mess of spider webs. You come running right back out because spiders give you the eebie-jeebies, you say.

“Wait!” you say, “I love spiders because they eat all the other bugs I don’t like. I’m going back in!” And you do.

The end.

Here’s another version of the same story: Go Climb a Tree

Cool Mountain Air

Piper hiked to her first waterfall today. It was a little more than a mile up an incline. She was brave and tough the whole way. Every step came with a new challenge.

“Mom, can I run ahead?”

“Yes, with your Sissy or a cousin.”

“Mom, can I climb the rocks, too?”

“They’re slippery. Be careful.”

Then came the big one.

“I don’t want to just look at it,” Piper said. “I want to go in the waterfall!”

Of course you do. But it’s dangerous. And I’m scared you’ll get hurt. “Promise you’ll hold my hand?” I compromised, taking her hand in mine. I held on tight, but not too tight.

Together, with the help of an aunt, an uncle, and four cousins, we took Piper down to the base of this:

When we reached the pools of clear water, Piper peeled off her shoes and socks and went in. “Ah! Cool mountain water!” she yelled over the rush of the falls. She sounded like a commercial for the tourism board. She splashed with delight. She dipped her feet deeper. Then she stuck her head in.

As we climbed out of the waterfall, Piper was pretty proud of herself. So was I. She stopped at the base of the mountain and took a deep breath. “Ah! Cool mountain air!” she proclaimed. And it was.

Go Take a Hike

We took Piper hiking in the Shenandoah Valley yesterday. It was her first hike. She wasn’t that excited. “So, you just go walk around in the woods? Boring.” She complained in the car most of the drive up the mountain. I let her wear her tutu and bring her favorite stuffed animal. These are essential components for forest exploration.

Piper’s dad gave a brief lecture on poison ivy. This led to her favorite new game called “Is this poison ivy?” in which she touched every leaf in the woods and asked…you guessed it: “Is this poison ivy?”  Half of the hike went like this.

“Is this poison ivy?”

“No. Put that down.”

“How about this? Poison ivy?”

“I hope not, especially since you just rubbed it all over your cheek.”

“Hey. Look at this leaf. Is it poison ivy? Huh?


Luckily, Sissy pulled Piper close to enjoy the view.

Then they explored flora and fauna together by poking unknown things with sticks.

Piper took a brief tumble on the steep part of the trail. I cleaned up her wounds the best I could and she said, “Mommy, you make everything better.”

At the end of our hike, Piper declared it a moderate success. She agreed to do it again anyway. “I liked the hiking part,” she said, as we emerged from the woods, “just not the falling down part.”