Last Saturday we finally made it out to Fenwick Mines--a place a friend told me about years ago.
You can see in this picture that Tyn was eager to get in the water--his shoes and socks were already soaked. (Sam in the background at the waterfall.)
Tyn, me, Hallie, Macie (our friends' kids who we were watching all day), Ked
Just to Ked's left in this picture is where Tyn fell off the ledge into the water later on. Thankfully it's shallow, but it was deep enough for him to go all the way under. Poor boy! Sam got him out quick, but it was a cool morning and it sure tugged at my heartstrings to see him sopping wet and crying.
We stripped Tyn down, and Sam carried him in his sweatshirt back to the car, where we had other clothes for him, thankfully.
Ked decided to run around barefoot. Our little Huck Finn.
We enjoyed the bridges over the ponds and the boardwalks through the wetlands, but the waterfall was definitely the best part.
And Tyn recovered from his traumatic incident.
Tyn was so cute telling me all about the incident (including the phrases "fell down. . . in da water. . . knock i' o'er. . . fish 'care me. . . cold. . . Papi. . .", I had to try to capture some of it on video. I wonder if he really was scared of the fish in those few seconds, or if the thought just occurred to him later. Or if he just likes saying it--he said it a lot!




















