The ants went marching

The ants went marching while in Colorado.

I used to be a hiker. It's on my list of things I used to be. Like a runner. Or an early morning riser. Oh, and maybe an organizer. Nah, I've never truly been organized for more than a week so I'll just toss that one out the window right now. 

But a hiker? I really did like that once upon a time. So when the chance came in Colorado, I was up for it. With 8 little feet along for the ride, I was pretty nervous how it would end up. Very nervous.

Was there whining? Check. Was there crying? Maybe a little. But did they do it? Oh yeah! And surprisingly well considering I was even winded after a mile uphill climb. 

It was so worthwhile to do something hard together as a family. Now, if we could all learn to organize…