Follow the Trail
“Florals. For spring? Groundbreaking…” I mutter to myself as I just avoid stepping on the tiniest purple flower, channeling my inner unimpressed Miranda Priestly as I wait for my small charges to catch up with me on our hike to nowhere in the middle of the wilderness. Okay, maybe ‘wilderness’ is a slight exaggeration. Me, Frick and Frack aka Connor and Corynn, and the wide-eyed Cassandra are on a walk through the woods at the back of Corynn’s parent’s vacation home in Houston, Texas. By vacation home, I mean ranch, and, as much as I love my cousins, right about now the Crocs I unthinkingly threw on this morning have me wishing they had a vacation home on a beach somewhere instead. My new black and white Crocs were not made for shuffling along the forest floor and climbing over fallen trees, sport mode or not! But, as I pulled the short straw for chaperoning the under ten club today, shuffle and climb I must for the next two hours.
