The journey to Owen

Saturday night Owen spent the night with Austin and Matthew Ludwigsen and Hayley Ludwigsen spent the night at our house. Which might be considered a good trade-off except for the fact that the boys played outside all day at the Ludwigsen's house while the girls played inside all day here, squealing and giggling and singing and dancing and making us watch it all. Good trade? Humph!

Sunday Eric Ludwigsen called to let us know that he was taking the boys fishing on the Concho River downtown. We ran some errands and then tried to find them. I talked to Eric on the phone, which was the first mistake we made, because that was like the blind leading the blind. He said "museum" which I took to mean "visitor's center" and it turned out both of us were wrong. We parked at the visitor's center and walked in the direction away from Chadbourne (Rd or whatever) because Eric said they were in the direction away from Chadbourne.

All you geniuses out there probably realize that if two people start out on opposite sides of a road and you both walk away from Chadbourne then you are walking away from each other. Well, where the heck were you last night with all your directional wisdom? Remember, I am kinned to my mother, who once left Atlanta and realized she'd missed the exit to Rome only when she got to the Welcome to Tennessee sign.

So we walked all the way one way, until Scott decided we were going the wrong way and we turned around and walked all the way back until we were at Chadbourne. Then Scott called Eric and figured out where he was (since he's like a Land-Nav God or something) and shortly after that we found them. Owen was barefoot, since "both his feet fell in the river", but he was having a blast anyway. Then we had to walk back to the car while Eric rode in his air-conditioned truck along side us on the road, yelling out football scores and "racing" us.

And we must have walked for miles. Miles and miles and it was so hot and I asked Scott how far we'd come and he said probably about a mile, which must have been wrong because, trust me, we walked for miles. But really, we had a nice time on the walk. If you don't count all the walking.