From the treetops

As it happens, we had nothing scheduled today. No errands. No classes. No social doings. It was glorious to sleep in and have a lazy breakfast and pad around in our pajamas, just puttering around. When eleven o'clock rolled around, we decided to get ou and do something physical. C said, "You don't mean hit someone, right?"

We decided to kill two birds with one stone and break in our Switzerland boots by going for a trek at McRitchie and doing the famed treetop walk. K was reluctant - she had done this already. I was somewhat game. The menfolk were eager. So we set off in our gear and caps. The day was surprisingly sunny yet cool. When we entered the forest trails it was 1:00. There were sightings of flying squirrels and monkeys. We had braved the heights of the treetop bridge. We had trekked by streams on trails of rock and mud. The boots held up. And so did we. There were many discussions. There were many jokes told. We sang excerpts from Once on this Island and Sponge Bob Square Pants. We did multiplication tables. There were breaks for water and gingerbread cookies. There was a pebble in one boot and a bit of a tantrum from C who didn't like us singing because it "scared away the nature."

Two and a half hours and apparently 7 kilometres later, we emerged, hot and sweaty but feeling virtuous. Virtuous and starving. Fittingly, that's when it began to drizzle. We climbed into the car and went for a very late lunch at Billy Bomber Burgers in Marina Mall - in our hiking gear and boots and all.

Just another day to be grateful for...of family fun this Christmas season.