
At the Ghost Falls trailhead we started down a windy serpentine path that was just wide enough for the stroller. Well traveled by bikes, we followed the tracks in the mud through the scrub oak that were covered with a blanket of orange moss. The shade provided us a much needed break from the warm spring sun that had already kissed the cheeks of my daughter. We raced down the hill at a good pace, the stroller was catching air on the small bumps over the tree roots that jutted out into the pathway! We were all hooping and hollering as if it were some wild roller coaster ride as our feet pounded into the mud. My new trail shoes did me right!
It turns out we did close to 5 miles by the time we were done winding back and forth back to the car. We followed a small spring runoff creek all the way down. The water was cool on the feet and made for a refreshing break at the end of the run. Unfortunately, we all didn't make it down to the bottom. My son had taken a different path down and I had thought we would reach the car before him. He wasn't there!
2 hours later... after calling for backup to possibly search the ravine, after asking every biker if they had seen a kid in a bright orange shirt on the trail.... after driving around to see if he had popped out on another trail head, I received a phone call. He was already home! An additional 4 mile walk... apparently he had made it back to the car and was waiting. He was sick of waiting he said... so he walked home... without telling me! We had words...
All in all a great day on a great trail!
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