Down by the River Jordan

Last weekend we went down the road to a park on the Jordan River.  Not the River Jordan of Israel, but the real one here in the land of Zion.  Thankfully, Hezbollah didn't fire any rockets over the river while we were down there, because that might have ruined our day.  But there was a nice little playground the boys enjoyed climbing on, and a paved trail that followed along the banks of the river.  The water was moving pretty rapidly, and was almost a turquoise color and I’m sure it was incredibly cold as well, so it was not something you’d want to go swimming in at the moment.  Also, the wind in the valley here gets to be pretty intense, which made it difficult to do some bubble blowing, but we tried anyway.  We took a few photos (obviously), so here they are…

I told Becky she'll probably have to deal with taking this kid to the hospital many times in his youth for broken bones.  He's terrified of large humans, but fearless when it comes to death defying stunts such as high playground slides and climbing up ladders and such.

Skippin' rocks on the river by the path.  We didn't let him get too close though, because we didn't feel like a rapid water rescue would be enjoyable.

Took some time to try to blow bubbles, but the wind was ripping them away before we even had a chance to catch any.

Paul is a veteran bubble blower.

Adam learned a valuable lesson in sharing that day.

Nothing even slightly mischievous about this kid. 

Spring is (almost) slightly, kind of, sort of here in the valley!  A few windy, cloudy days are probably left, but the sun will be here full time soon enough!!