Rainy Rendezvous at the Ranch

Yes, I wanted up here, but please get me down. Now.

One Saturday in July (I'm playing blog catch-up so can't recall the exact date), we went to spend some time with family near Forest Lakes. The afternoon was great, from the food and hospitality, to the entertainment for Cael (see pictures and Aunt Kirsti).

When a downpour arrived, we day-campers decided to depart, but not before we witnessed Jalen sprint across the meadow to get Grandma's car for her. His stride was long and graceful, his speed rivaling Hussein Bolt's, his shoe caught in the mud, left in the mud, as a one-heel-shod marvel stumbled and -gasp!- fell. However, in a blink, he was up and gazelling once again, reaching the vehicle far more quickly than any of us could have. His weave ruined, he smiled as we laughed. Is the shoe still out there, waiting to be found by Cael when he is seventeen?

Driving Grandpa's side-by-side