Red Wagon Chronicles

Vol I

I was inspired to start this column due to recent conversation. Basically, what do I get into outside of my physical activities? Is there another purpose to the everyday other than just work and run? Of course there is more to making this old guy tick than just throwing on some sneaks and getting around town.

Chris with his "Done talk to me about running" shirt. I gotta get one for bye-week.

I thought it be best to start this now that we are in the middle of a heat wave here in the Northeast and my milage is down a little. I'm no fool, when its hot, I figure something else out. I dedicate this column to my family and friends who I get so spend time with, talk, text, message, share photos, call, etc. just to keep the good times going.

Duck Wrangling

When the family and I are out and about, the girls red wagon is normally involved. My girls love their wagon so much. The fancy ez-fold wagon, complete with seats and pockets for water bottles. The girls are love the wagon, and it just make it easy to get them both around and haul a few other things, then attempting to log everything around at once.

Recently we had a weekend trip to Lancaster to take the kids to Dutch Wonderland. The park is nice and family oriented. The rides and attractions are mostly for young children. There are various rides for the little ones, water park, shows, boat ride, horses, car rides, and  few roller coasters, but not the kind over the top thrill ride most coaster enthusiast go from park to park to experience. We like making this annual trip because it's not that far from home and it budget friendly. 

This time around the girls opted to spend most of the time in the water park section and the hotel pool. Water keeps them happy and the weather was nice.  While at the park, I discovered I had a new skill. Duck Wrangling. The park is home to a family of ducks and ducklings. They live by the log flume ride. While waiting for the ride, the local family decided to check out all the guests and very the heights of all the children to make sure they enjoy the festivities of the ride. I am still not sure how this happened, but at some point, I was deputized to wrangle the ducks and keep them from getting back into the line. None were harmed while we in line. And of course the girls wanted to bring them all home, including the momma duck. 

That's my foot keeping the ducklings from getting back in line. Proud momma looking on.

"Daddy, we can bring them home with us?"