Monday, August 15, 2011

A Summer Stroll

A couple weeks ago, we decided to break the pool monotony and take a stroll around the construction area in our neighborhood.

They are doing all the prep work to create two more streets up the hill. This is always a fun time because we constantly see construction machines; and, as an added bonus, they park overnight on the hill. Jared asked us numerous times before to walk up there, and since it's been so HOT (or during the day when they are working), we weren't able to go. Until that night.

We had lots of fun. Bellie & I (okay, mostly me because she usually likes to follow my lead) made the mistake of wearing sandals. My feet were covered in the sandiest dirt (they're grinding the rocks to get deep enough to have solid foundations); Bellie was able to avert disaster by hitching a ride on Greg's shoulders.
Jared LOVED the machines and wanted to 'turn them on and ride.'

The machines need somewhere to put the rocks they create by digging, so there's a HUGE rock pile up in their parking area. Jared discovered what it would be like to walk on unstable ground, "Mommy, I can't walk." Daddy and Annabelle on the rock pile.
And enjoyed the gorgeous sunset. Even though it's hot, we sure love living here.

Near the end of our walk, we approached a Backhoe Loader right next to an uncovered sewer drain; it had just barely been placed there because it hadn't been covered or connected to the rest of the neighborhood. We were a few feet above the loader, which was a few feet above the drain. As we got closer, we heard a rattling noise. It took me a few seconds to realize that we were about to approach our first wild rattlesnake (I'm getting goosebumps just typing this).

When I realized what we heard, I made EVERYONE turn around and go the other way. A way we knew wasn't blocked by poisonous creatures. Greg, being the Young Men's leader that he is, wanted to go just above the drain and see it. Wasn't going to happen; I like having a husband.

As we headed home, we laughed about how we're true Texans now because we've heard snakes in the wild. I really hope it's the last time.

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