I took my sons once to a place called Toffee Tree Ranch, in the mountains of Redding in Northern California.
It was a lovely vacation, complete with fishing, hiking, horseback riding, arctic plunges, hot tubbing, games, kittens and dogs, mounds of food and OF COURSE gymkhana.
Any idea what gymkhana is?
It’s when a bunch of tourists run around a dude ranch trying to act like real cowboys by doing things like barrel racing, speed runs, and ultimately, a water fight!
In case you were wondering, yes.
I barrel raced (I tipped over ALL the barrels):
And my boys had a super BIG blast ganging up on me and getting me soaking wet after the competition:
I came across these photos the other day and couldn’t help but be reminded of all the fun I had with my boys when they were little.
How I hope those days are only temporarily on hold and will resume once the awkward teenage years are over.
I’m getting sentimental.
Maybe it’s the remnants of the flu but I find myself a little moody and nostalgic for the old times.
Don’t know what you’ve got, til it’s gone.