Hidden Places

Earlier today we were out at the county equestrian field out in the country a couple miles out. It was a favourite haunt for Mort n’ Macey for years. Unless there’s an event… nobody ever goes there and we had the place to ourselves. I took my last walk with Mort out here a couple years back. The dogs ran off leash because there wasn’t any trouble they could get into. The grass is cut and the grounds are clean and groomed and all I had to do was pick up the land mines left by the mutts. It’s not an exciting place unless you’re a dog or a horse - then it’s heaven I suppose. 

In any event, we were doing the standard dawg recon and the Niglet found a little cut line into the trees that led to a trail further in. It was beautifully cut and maintained… in the middle of nowhere! I’d never noticed it before. 

The Niglet loved it. I wished I had found it when Mort and Macey were younger and spryer. It let out at a public school yard after meandering through the bush for about 3/4 of a mile. The wife found a cheap kids’ frisbee in the playground that had gotten left behind and I discovered I had somehow forgotten how to throw one - and though the wife could throw… she couldn’t catch one to save her life. After some clumsy failures and a lot of laughter it all started to come back. Hannah though… is definitely not a frisbee dawg. She thought we were nuts. It’s been forever since we threw the ol’ frisbee. After it came back I felt years younger. Think the wife did too, maybe…? When’s the last time you threw a football or a frisbee?  We used to do it all the time as kids and even as adults, talking and laughing over beers and the BBQs. 

There’s a lot of good memories in this place for me… and today we made some new ones too. I might just need to grab a frisbee if I see one on sale somewhere and throw it in with the camping stuff.