The Secret Passageway
Posted May 15, 2013on:
Weekends mean extra time for the next adventure, however I found myself in quite an unusual position spending time babysitting for 24 hours. As this past weekend was also Mother’s Day I must hand it to parents for their commitment, momentum and patience which I can certainly put forth during a brief 24 hours but day in and day out is a different story, I must applaud them.
Children have extremely active imaginations and don’t believe in limitations, their high energy requires constant attention which led to a trip to Palmer Park. There I was let in on the secret passageway, a leafy path off the cemented road where mothers pushed their strollers and dogs are jogged along on long leashes. The short passageway (and let’s face it, grown ups are too big for the secret passageway anyway) let to iron gates, a warning to stay away, but ended with a waterfall flowing into a creek.
From that slice of beauty I took a road trip down to Birmingham, Alabama, a lovely country drive complete with cows, goats, dead armadillos on the side of the road, deer brave enough to cross a high speed 70 MPH interstate when dark falls and endless miles of nothing. Bursting out of the countryside enter the city, which is not a fantastic town. I grew up in Alabama and find no reason to return, except for surprise trips to see my mom on Mother’s Day. Additionally the shopping there is not half bad including the Summit – my personal favorite – and the Galleria.
To sum it up, it was an exhausting weekend but the look on my mom’s face was completely worth it!