Sunday is suppose to be a day of leisure. Ha!Norm, his son Griffin, Jordyn, and I decided to be adventurous and see what the infamous flood had done with Cottonwood Island park. Well, a nice little "walk" turned into a game of Survivor. Good Lord.
We stayed on the slush trail and then attempted to walk the rocky river bed. Sadly, every bridge had been destoyed and the trails were covered with snow! The only way to the river bed was to scale down the muddy slopes and balance on logs. Cottonwoods had been toppled everywhere; my days of yearning to be Nadia Comaneci came in handy. Head up - shoulders back - and you'll never fall off a beam. Handy tip folks!
EVENTUALLY we scrambled up the mudbanks and slushed back to the vehicle. Grrrrr . . . my Mizuno runners were ruined. I was so disappointed that we had to drive right to Dairy Queen to cool down with a peanut buster parfait. 
THAT made things SO much better :) All is right in the world again!It is so nice to have the love of children and a loving partner to help me forget
. . . if only for a day!
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