The weather was all gloom last week, and we were feeling it by the weekend. In spite of looming clouds, we decided to press ahead and go for a hike on Saturday. Hubs found a trail a few weeks ago that is on the edge nearby town. It's a rocky path that winds along the cliffs overhanging the sea. My language teacher told me this week that in the summers, it's the trail into the nudist beaches that are set in the little coves. We will henceforth refer to this as our "winter-only trail."
We got to the trail head and found it was blocked. Flooding. After no small amount of debate and attempts at finding another route (there was one, but it would have included an in-use train bridge with three children in tow...and we'd seen no less than 3 trains run it already), hubs put us all on his back and carried us in like a pack mule. Hero.
Thankfully, the trail itself wasn't flooded and it was definitely a beautiful adventure for our little men. Hubs spent the next 6 hours in sopping wet shoes. With ne'r a complaint. You win some, you lose some. Not our "best" day hiking, but I'd venture to say that we'll all remember it for quite a while to come.