Saturday came along, and I guess I won the Saturday scheduling duty.
Well sort of.
My shortish drive plans, seemed 'boring' to Mike, and so two hundred miles, a jumped-started battery, and seven tired and slightly cranky people later, we returned home.
After the kids had us practically convinced that they truly were going to die of starvation, we stopped at the coolest, quaintiest, charming old drug store grill in Kamas. Nothing like pure grease to put an end to hunger pangs.
When we first announced our plans for a 'Fall Drive', Joshua asked what for, and I explained to see the fall leaves. As we backed out of the driveway Joshua asked, "Are we going to watch the leaves fall?"
"Well not really, oh never mind, just be quiet and enjoy the drive", was my quick reply.
Fortunately, there was a slight breeze in the canyon and Joshua cheerfully exclaimed (and noticed), "Oh look, there are some leaves falling."
Charged batteries were not on our side. The camera battery died, the second camera battery died. And our car battery died in the hamburger joint parking lot.
Between two dead camera batteries, and a dead car battery, we got very few photos and Mike spent most of the time in the running car so as not to be left stranded in some remote mountainous location.(Wait, how did he luck out to be the one staying in the car?)
It really was.
One of those outings where things just kind of go a little better than usual.
Except for missing out on my favorite kind of colors.
Thank goodness for the glorious reds in the mountains I can see from the my north facing windows.