wind in the willows

So, we were geocaching Monday (no, it's not one of my made up words... seriously, it's not). If you don't know, geocaching is where you head off to a participating park and using a GPS, (provided for free at the park or use your own) you play this high-tech game of hide-and-seek. It's pretty cool. It's also slightly dangerous in the hands of a five-year-old that is watching the arrow of the GPS move instead of where he was walking and tripping every quarter of a mile or so, but I digress.

We were on the second clue, heading out about half-a-mile with our coordinates and our clue: 'listen for the wind in the willows'. While Henry and my husband were programming in the next clue's coordinates, I was watching these few kids standing at what seemed to be mid-river. There was a tide coming in, it just rolled over the sand and the kids tried jumping over the tide. It was breathtaking, it was calling me.

I persuaded the rest of the family to go (well, Wu didn't need much persuading since he was already ready to take all of his clothing off and jump right in) and we walked in that direction. The sand was sticking to my sandals and rubbing my toes, but it didn't matter, the tide was calling me.

I led our little pack. As we neared the tide, I was the first to turn the corner and suddenly stopped, dumbfounded at what I saw. Along with a few families, was this woman; sitting up, reading her book beside her friend, topless.

Her willows were in the wind,

for everyone to see,

at a state park.

I quickly turned around and told everyone that 'the sand was gross; it was muddy, full of weeds and honestly, a little bit stinky.'

All of us walked back, I waved my hand for my husband to come over, whispering "There was a woman over there, topless!"

He responded "Well, did they look good?"

funny.

As witty as him, "No, they were tiny. They might be not be pancaked to her body like mine, but tiny."

My husband started to pretend-stretch his neck, like this might provide some opportunity for a sneak at his own personal 'cache' - the half naked woman behind us.

I called him out on it: "I told you, perky but tiny."

Disappointed, my husband gives up with a little shrug and an even smaller "OK."

Poor guy, I took the wind right out of his willow.

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