Sunday, August 15, 2010

Flying by the seat of our pants


So, I wake up 2 weeks ago with a wild hair and decide, we have nothing better to do than fly stand-by 1,000 miles to New York to see my grandmother who still lives alone, is 87, and can still make a mean crock pot meal and no bake cookies. So I hop on 2 planes with 3 kids, rent a car and drive 2 hours to Ithaca, New York to spend a few blissful days in the country. Thus concludes our summer of the waterfalls. Here is waterfall stop #4, Buttermilk Falls. Where as kids, Robin and I would swim in freezing cold water, running right off the mountainside.



Here is a 3 generation picture in Taughannock State Park. Waterfall stop #3, where grandma was spry enough to trek down the nature trail for almost a mile before stopping to habitat this log.



After the falls we went to the state park along Cayuga Lake and had clam rolls and hot dogs. Smother this baby in tartar sauce and call me Sally



Had to take a picture of the water temperature that is a far cry from the Gulf of Mexico bathtub water. Mommy, was too much of a baby to get in, but 3 kids who have no feeling in their skin, decided it was just right





The beach consisted of small shale rock pieces which was way different then the white sandy beaches of Pensacola and when Adeline got up covered in rocks all over her bum, I laughed






My cousin Randy, has 2 boys, Darren and Chase who are same ages as my kids. They are into Motorcross racing and very good at what they do. Here is Darren with his awesome hog, just driving off his very own racetrack, Randy had built next to their home that can be seen from space on google earth. When asked if he would like a motorcycle of his own, Reece replied, "No." But Emma said "Yea I do!"





At Taughgannock Park walking the mile back to the falls, you can climb off the trail and walk in the shale creek bed. As soon as Emma took her shoes off and stepped in the algae covered water, she fell flat on her back, soaking her entire backside and bum








The Falls are the tallest falls on the eastern United States. My grandmother loved telling us repeatedly how many students from Cornell University jump to their death every year off these cliffs. Emma just looked wide eyed up the tall cliffs and I quickly had to tell her Grandma is talking about some other waterfall and some other kids. Grandma, little pitchers have big ears, so be careful what you say.







3 comments:

Great Aunt "D" said...

Love the pics !! I know Gma loved to have ya'll there.

Robin said...

grandma doesn't age at all - she always looks the same year after year. hope i can bring the kids to see her at some point as well! glad to see emma wearing her zebra shirt with her giraffe legs.

The Munson Family said...

do you hear the voices in your head telling you to take a trip to California? I'll even pick ya up at the airport :)