My little sister and her family just got back from camping at Steamboat Rock, and yesterday she sent me a picture that just brought a smile to my face.
Let me explain: My parents had 3 girls in 4 years and 2 months. As a family we would camp in the surrounding areas: Ross Lake, Spectacle Lake, Perrygin Lake and the like. Many of these trips would take hours to arrive at, and like any siblings, we would fight while in the car.
You know what it's like, right? Anytime you get in the car, and decide to be confined to a small space with your kids, rioting breaks out. Well, my mother was a genius. She was (and still is) the best story teller ever.
She used to tell us a story about three little indian braves just coming into manhood. You may have heard this one? Well, there was Running Bear, who was strong and brave.....then there was Swift Deer, who was fast and excellent with his bow. Last was Rolling Rock who wasn't as big or strong or fast as his companions, but was fearless, none the less. Their elders gave them instructions that to be considered men in their tribe, they would need to survive on their own for 3 months in the wilderness. Each boy was given the materials needed to survive, and each set out on his own. 3 months passed, and Swift Deer was the first to return and claim his position amongst his fellow men. Next, Running Bear came home, taking his place along side Swift Deer. Days and weeks past, with no sign from Rolling Rock. He was never seen again.
To this day, Rolling Rock has not returned to his home; but there are signs out asking travelers to keep an eye out for Rolling Rock.
You may have seen the signs. Have you seen Rolling Rock?
I'm sure this kept us 3 little girls looking out the windows, and in the tree for at least an hour.
ok lady...need some updating!!!!! how about some sweet Asher photos?
Posted by: shannon young | August 01, 2010 at 08:00 PM