I'm happy to say everyone did a great job and we hiked for three hours with nary a complaint. Okay, I lie. There was some complaining by yours truly. It turns out the trails were rather hilly. I made us turn around after a while because my bad knee was donedonedone. I had really been counting on the kids to complain so I could turn back while still saving face, but the little punks were having too much fun.
The elusive American teenager, gracing us with his presence and impressing us with his ability to down his siblings with a single snowball:
The poor kids waiting for their gimpy mother to fish some Aleve out of the backpack.
Everyone collapsed into bed after dinner and slept in this morning. The girls have already asked when we can go again. Henry claims he'll only go if we promise him a Philly cheesesteak afterwards. We still have two days to go before school is back in (can you hear the whimpering in my typing?).