Grown Daughters

We've made a trail.

There are those times when I thought,
"Will they ever move out?"
And now I sit and think,
"I can't wait till they come home again."

These girls were basically born in the forests.
They were infants and we were taking them camping
to Manning Park, a beautiful provincial park in BC.
I dragged them around the trails.
Guess who's dragging me now?

Last weekend I felt so excited when they invited me
to hike up Mount Frosty, in Manning Park.
Unfortunately I could not participate because
I ate something that was ripping me apart.

Those youthful legs carried these young gals
up to the steepest point at 7900 feet.
The hike is 22km round trip and takes about 7 hours.
The view as you can see is breath taking.

Of course there best travelling friend,
Drift also posed at the peak.

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A few weeks ago,
we spent some time at Whistler with two girls.
They were off hiking
while I enjoyed the cycling paths with J.

We had made arrangements to eat at the Mongolian Grill.
So I'm sitting there and waiting.
Punctuality is important.

I looked across the restaurant out the window
and guess who's sitting next door
sipping on their drinks?

Candid Camera, I caught you both!
Is that a smile of guilt or confidence?

The sky's the limit Girls!
This week they are off to Colorado and Arizona
with friends, climbing the Grand Canyon.
I can't wait to post those pictures.

Last week, one of them commented and said,
"It's time you hike, Mom, so you have
something fresh on your blog."
(Not just the grandkids.)

I'm thankful to my grown daughters for their
love, compassion, and ability to reach out.
I would never of known that
through our different generational influences,
we could continue to share dreams
of finding ourselves through connections to each other.

Have a wonderful trip.