Breakneck. No kidding.
I woke up after sleeping 10 hours next to my little boy. The sun was beaming into the windows and no snow in sight — it’s been unseasonably warm here in Westchester.
We had snow for Landon’s birthday in October, and then one more time, but since then it’s been pretty warm for winter.
I proposed lunch in Cold Spring and a hike. An hour later we all finally filed out of the house and drove the 50 minutes to Cold Spring.
Lunch at the Hudson Hil’s cafe is heaven — local food and quaint atmosphere.
While we waited, we played with some letter cards. I’ve been making a point to do some more homeschooling, especially on the weekend and longer kindergarten breaks, and in anticipation of our trip to Orlando.
L did great, he knows all his letters, but then he got a little bored of waiting for our food.
And then we drove to Breakneck Ridge Mountain outside of Cold Spring. Don has hiked it many times, but I had no idea what we were in for. I would have worn my hiking boots, not sneakers.
Further up, we came across a couple with their three kids. She had just realized how afraid she was of heights, and man, were we high up! She totally freaked and didn’t want to make another strep — up or down.
Hiking up was easy, but we also had to make it down safely with a 5-year-old. And looking down, that was going to take a while.
It was a little hairy to get down at certain spots, but after 45 minutes and me pointing out that I was wearing the wrong shoes for this 10 times while I slid down the mountain and yelling “Watch out!” and “You got him?!” and “No, don’t carry him, you are both going to fall!” we made it down.
I really hope that family made it off the mountain as well. I told a lady that was going up to tell that mom we made it down and that she can do it, too.
L fell asleep on the way home, we picked up food at Panera Bread, and we had a quiet evening at home that included My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Perfect day (with a chance of disaster :)