Last weekend we took full advantage of the last of the glorious weather
and spent some quality time outside! (This weekend we have done the
opposite I am afraid... lots of MarioKart... but as much as I hate to
admit it, almost equally as fun because all four of us can now play
together.)


Anyway, the week before last I took both girls for a hike to Sabino
Canyon to play at the dam, and Evie asked me if she could do a real hike
the next week. I told her so long as she woke up by 5:30 in the
morning I would be thrilled to take her. So last Saturday morning I went
in an gingerly asked her if she still wanted to get up and hike (mostly
expecting her to say no and go back to sleep). Instead she sat up in
bed and proceeded to get ready to go. We were out of the house and to
Sabino Canyon by 6 am. The plan was to hike as far as Evie felt she
could go, well really 1/2 as far, and then turn around. The whole hike
to seven falls is 8 miles, so we didn't figure we'd make it the whole
way on our first try. We did, however, make it 4.44 miles and had a
blast together walking, talking, and checking out saguaro blossoms, a
rattlesnake (not too closely of course) and Bear Creek.

While we were gone Patrick took Izzy to ballet and then when they were
back at home we loaded up the car. All artfully packed so that we could
fit inside the Subaru: 4 Lacroixs, 4 sleeping bags and pads, 4 canvases
for painting, 2 dogs, 2 pillows, 1 tent, 1 camp stove, 1 cooler full of
food, 1 frying pan, 1 spatula, and 1 bag of clothes... what we (well
really I) managed to forget was 3 sweaters (I was the only one with a
sweater), 1 first aid kit, and 1 lighter. Fortunately the car had an
extra lighter... unfortunately the spatula managed to hide itself in the
tent so that it was not to be found when needed....

After a two-hour drive made utterly awesome by a good book on tape (Museum of Theives) we made it to Turkey Creek and lucked into a great undeveloped campsite right by the creek. We took at little hike down the creek to a waterfall, which involved a bit of bushwhacking to get to and away from. Sadie demonstrated that she would much rather walk the log than swim, which was hillarious, and both of the girls proved to be good side-o-the-hill scramblers.

We then settled back into camp, made a rip roaring fire, some dinner and (of course) roasted marshmallows. Perhaps the best part of the evening was the near constant gobble gobble of a turkey tom... I guess the place is well named! The next morning we woke up to a chill and were very sorry for our lack of sweaters in a cold canyon... so we packed it up and headed back to Tucson. A short, but wonderful foray in the woods!