We usually avoid Green Lake like the plague. It’s a very beautiful park, but I’ve actually been there when there were so many people I couldn’t walk at my normal speed. But Nix had never been, and we decided that a cloudy October day might be a good bet. You see, Nix and I talk these things things over. I hem and haw about choices, and she thinks, “Mom – if I don’t get out of this car soon, I will pee in your backseat.”
And so we come to conclusions.
Green Lake Park was, actually, still crowded. But worth it. Even with a grey sky, the trees glowed with yellows and gold and red haloes and the ground under them looked like it had been carpeted with color. Nix swam with leaves and little kids rolled in leaves and photographers used tripods and a prayer to capture leaves.
We made it all the way around. I had been braced for my foot to hurt halfway, especially since I’d walked around town enough the day before to limp for hours. We made it around surprisingly fast, and with me walking fine.
Near the parking lot – just as we were finishing – we spotted a dog playing with bubbles. Yep – that’s what I said.
This was pretty cool. The woman on the right has a bubble machine that made big bubbles (Big bubbles!) easily and predictably. The dog was fascinated, and looked every bit like a three-year-old bubble chaser.
Now, no trip would be complete without a leap into the lake, espacially for the Nix. So here is her wet moment with leaves:
