We had a lazy morning in the meadow on Big Butt (the kids loved the name of this mountain, and after catching up to some other hikers, we discovered that potty jokes are apparently ageless — which of course is very different from timeless). We met a stray donkey on the trail (fitting after the mountain we slept on), which caused Orion to sound the alarm. The donkey just flattened its ears and waited calmly for me to get the leash on. Then it let the kids stroke his muzzle before ambling on down the trail.
We have a good friend who has written a history of Antarctic cuisine (the book’s title is “Hoosh” – it received one of the more glowing reviews I’ve read from the New York Times Book Review, and I highly recommend it). This friend keeps promising to send us some pemmican (an Antarctic staple). But because this particular promise appears to have been hollow, we decided to try a vegetarian carob-based Pemmican. Frankly, it reminded me of growing up when my mom used to promise us hot chocolate, then serve hot carob and try to convince us it was the real thing. Not awful, but just not the same.
We climbed our first cattle stile, walked out on some bouncy logs in front of waterfalls, and dad found a nice spot for some shut-eye while the kids tried to climb up and roll him off. All in all, a good day at the office.