Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt.
We had been steadily and successfully churning through the long days of summer but the girls were really taking their squabbling to a whole new level. They needed a reset. Time to be together but also not so intently focused on each other and the injustices of family life. I could think of no better moment to check off that trip to Starved Rock State Park from the Summer Bucket List.
Even during the drive I wanted to pull over and toss one or several of them out of the car but we made it, all intact. We stopped off at the Visitor Center first to pick up Jr Ranger packets and use the restrooms. This beauty was right there just inside the door.
See the bullet they found when cutting the cross-section of the tree?
Call me cheesy, but that bullet really spoke to me. It seems like the trunk initially curved in a bit from the damage, but over the years of development and growth you'd never know the tree had that history of violence. The layers and layers that formed over it smoothed things over until the only way you'd even know it was there is to dissect it.
I'm hoping this bullet will be like my misery of summer. Over the years as my girls grow and mature, perhaps things won't be so hard. Perhaps they will learn to love harder and forgive more readily until rough places are made smooth again. I'd love to think that eventually they will only remember the massive amounts of bickering if they completely dissect each and every moment. Perhaps I'll forget as well? Ha, chance would be a fine thing, but it's a nice thought nonetheless. That bullet fortified me to move on and try to create more positive layers on our summer until the good outweighed the bad.
Starved Rock is full of long trails and steep cliffs so I was happy to see the girls were getting plenty of exercise. Brigitta cautiously hung on to the rails while Sydney went straight for the middle. Ironically, Brigitta had a nasty fall on a relatively level piece of ground.
Those views from the cliffs over the Illinois River were really beautiful.
I'm a big fan of the Jr Ranger program and their packets had the girls looking for all kinds of things but it's the surprises like this- a perfectly round hole that had been formed by centuries of running water- that were the real treat.
It wasn't horribly hot, but the shade down in the gorges was just lovely nonetheless.
I have to hand it to my girls, they are pretty much always up for a photo op. An excuse to scramble around on the rocks? They're all for it.
I love how proper Sydney is, even on a hike!
Even though none of the falls were running due to the dry weather, they were stunning to see. I made a mental note to bring the girls back in the spring, along with Brent who was greatly missed on this trip.
I'm a sucker for photos that play on posted signs. The girls almost always complain when I make them look hungry at Starved Rock:
Or look out at Eagle Cliff Overlook:
Or take a jump at Lover's Leap Overlook:
But honestly, Liesel nailed this one, didn't she?
The other girls had some pretty good jumps too like Ireland's mid-air running man:
For a jump like this, you absolutely have to stick your tongue out.
"Mom, did you see they're doing the same thing WE did!" Believe me, this happens a lot. Almost every single time actually.
The bickering subsided as the girls immersed themselves in nature and took in the beauty around them.
I particularly treasured the moments along the trail with Liesel. She's at such a pivotal point in her life and she has occupied my thoughts a lot this summer.
It was nice to wrap things up back at the air conditioned Visitor's Center where the girls were under a time crunch to finish up their Jr Ranger packets. Brigitta finished first and I love this picture of her peeking over the counter to see if she indeed earned that badge. The rangers were pretty intense about checking those packets!
In the end, they all earned their badges and are pretty excited to add this to the one from the Redwoods. The little bag of goodies helped to keep them occupied on the drive home.
I can't say the summer squabble fest ended completely with this trip, but at least we all had a moment to just... reset.