You know, there is this funny little feeling you get when you go out in search of your son, turning the corner and seeing police lights flashing and your boy standing there looking up into the face of an officer.
The boys were out today working on thier bike ramps. We have this section in our neighborhood that is just dirt and trees and stuff. So all the kids in the area have been digging holes and creating these ramps to jump. The city came in and leveled the ramps kids had built over the summer down near the creek, so...they thought they'd do a little construction themselves. Harmless really, but you know how it goes. One grouchy neighbor can ruin it all. Turned them in.
Anyway, as it happens it wasn't the cops, but the state park rangers. Apparently the boys had been digging on park land that connects to Mt. Diablo. The rangers were great, talked to the boys about leaving nature at it is, you know, leave no trace. Educated them on what type of rocks they were uncovering (Serpentine is the state rock of California), gave them the history of the bear that is on the California flag (now extinct), and enlisted the boys to become junior rangers. And while they thought it was fantastic that the boys were out digging and riding bikes instead of playing computer games they did ask that they not dig anymore.
Ironically, Austin was the one who ran for the hills when he saw the truck with the lights. The others were ready to stand up and take it. He did come back though...couple of points there I guess.
Mmmm his first run in with the law. And he's only 10. It's going to be a long road isn't it?
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