Hi everyone and welcome to part 3 of our adventures beginning with…

There it stood, tall and strong, teeth shining in the sunlight!  A bear!  Then I suddenly sneezed.  My sneezes are rather loud at times.  That poor bear, did he ever run out of there fast!  Whew.  That was close.  Good thing you yelled, said dad.  That wasn’t a yell, that was a sneeze, I said.  Dad just looked at me.  We continued our hike.  There wasn’t even a trail now.  We stopped.  Where do we go.  Dad decided there was only one thing to do.  He would sit and rest a bit while I scouted on ahead.  Naturally.

Then we finally heard a train.  Obviously wasn’t a busy day for trains.  We followed the sound and the trail showed up again not far ahead.  Good, said dad.  Finally the railway tracks were in sight.  Didn’t take quite 2 hours, I said.  Dad just looked at me.  He used to “look” like that a lot.  We crossed the tracks and went up a little hill on the other side.  Let’s stop and have coffee, said dad.  But it’s only a little further, I said.  Dad just looked.  Right, coffee it is, I agreed.  There was some nice large rocks to sit on.  Dad sat as far as he could from me.  Odd.  The sun was still shining nicely so it felt quite warm on that hill.   A blue jay was squawking nearby.

Dad said to toss his sandwiches to him.  But NOT hard, he said.  Fine.  I did.  Didn’t quite make it.  You should have tossed harder, he said.  You told me not to, I replied.  Dad sighed.  He did that a lot for some reason.  He got up to get his sandwiches.  Want some coffee too?, I asked.  Naturally, he said, but don’t toss it!  Of course I won’t toss it, I said.  I brought it to him.  I decided to sit on the rock next to him. So we don’t have to yell at each other, I said.  Just don’t come any closer, said Dad.  Not sure what he was afraid of, after all, he’s the one that is accident prone, not me.  A little chipmunk came over to us.

Must be looking for some food.  I tossed a piece of my sandwich to him.  He picked it up right away.  AAA!, said Dad, there’s no sugar or cream in this coffee.  You scared the chipmunk, I said.  And you told me not to put any in because you wanted to do it yourself from now on, I reminded him.  I brought some extra sugar anyway.  I grabbed his cup so I could add some sugar to his coffee.  NO, said Dad and he grabbed it too.  I’ll do it myself, he said.  So I let go.  Guess he was pulling too hard.  AAAAA!  Spilled all over him.  Not a drop left in his cup.  Maybe you should start bringing a whole suitcase full of clothes with you, I said.  That was enough, I burst out laughing again.  Ha, ha, ha, said dad.

We certainly did have fun on our little adventures.  Don’t go too far, part 4 will be coming out tomorrow and we will see how things go with that old town site.  I hope you all have a wonderful Wednesday and God bless!

Steve and Muffin.

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