Letter #17 To My Benefactor

Dear Benefactor,

Our daughter, Adriana, surprised us with a visit this summer (she normally lives in Australia) and one of the things she wanted to do with us was go on a really cool hike. We all looked forward to a meandering walk through the woods where we could talk about her mission work abroad and bond. You see that trail off to the right in this picture? Doesn’t it look like a fabulous place to do all this bonding?

Well, let me tell you: we should have turned around.

First, there were the mosquitoes. They were biting the minute we got out of our car. Non-stop. They liked me the best, par for the course. I know, I know, it’s probably because I eat too much sugar. That’s what they say anyway.

Second, there were hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of baby frogs darting to and fro over the trail, so while you weren’t slapping at your arms and legs, you were trying not to squish the cute little frogs with your feet. Not exactly the meandering I had in mind.

We had planned to go around the whole lake which would have been about nine miles, but halfway through, I had had enough and snapped that I was turning around and they could do whatever they wanted. Not exactly the bonding I had in mind.

To make my misery complete, Adriana introduced us to this (dumb) game called What Are The Odds? I won’t explain all of the rules. Let’s just say that between the numbers one and two hundred, I happened to pick the same number as Adriana which meant that the next thing I knew, I was forced to crawl across this very long suspension bridge on my knees. Not only am I too old for such things, the mosquitoes had a hey-day thinking, “Hey, this chick slowed down… let’s finish off her face.”

So, while I had the wonderful Keens from you (and not the Sperry shoes), let’s just say I will never hike Baker Lake Trail again.

Sincerely,

Marie

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