Over Labor Day, we had a Saturday afternoon with no commitments, so we loaded everyone up in the van with a picnic lunch and headed out to Starved Rock State Park. This is my getaway when I am missing my mountains. My soul yearns to connect with nature out there. Growing up, my family went hiking in Lamoille Canyon multiple times a year. Starved Rock is the closest thing I can get for my kids to experience something similar. It doesn't have different lakes every other mile, but allows us to escape suburbia and make us feel like we are hiking. It also gave us the chance to help Evan do a 5 mile hike where he could work on his orienteering skills needed for his first and second class rank in scouts.
Lizzie is usually a big baby when it comes to physical exertion. I had warned her that she didn't get to come with the big kids unless she promised me that she would walk the whole way on her own two feet--without whining. (Am I mean or what?!) She was a trooper. She was sassy the whole day! She became a different character every quarter mile or so (princess, supergirl, fairy, strong girl, etc.) and entertained all groups of people within earshot of her voice. She would "fly" past hikers as she was off to save the world and then tap her foot waiting for us commonfolk to catch up. Her volume level along with her adrenaline was high the whole time and many fellow hikers were caught giggling and smiling at her unceasing commentary throughout the hike.
This one was their favorite. It was made of sandstone and they climbed and ran around listening to their echoes for nearly a half an hour.
Above: A rare moment with Carter sitting still.
Below: My cute kiddos.

