The Mount Jumbo Stumble

Things were going well today.  A last couple hours with the girls before they head out with their mom for eight days. They’ve got a three-hour drive ahead of them so I decided to wear them out a little. I said, “We’re going to the L.” The L is the letter on Mount Jumbo.

So up we went admiring the views. Made it to the L and all is well. But on the way down the girls got into a lead battle and ignored my suggestions to not run. Here’s the result. I’ll say this, Myka is one tough little bugger. She cried for sure, screamed actually, but it didn’t last long and she toughed it out. Didn’t really even flinch when I cleaned her up. Got some kid blood on my clothes today and I feel super bad for her, but I’d rather have her out there and doing things than inside pretending that X-Box is a substitute for a real experience. Here you go.

Everything's cool so far.



Not good, not good at all.


We're home, feeling better and ready to clean up.




Patched up.

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6 Responses to The Mount Jumbo Stumble

  1. Chris says:

    Greg, I feel your pain. Several years ago my dad came to town to visit and I took the whole family to the railtrail. My son would not listen to me about running on the crowded trail. We were in a popular section with tons of cyclists. Well, he tripped trying to avoid a bike and split his knee open on a rock. We got it bandaged up and were able to avoid stitches.

  2. Dad says:

    When you were Myka’s age you cried for an hour at just the thought of falling down. Kids must be tougher these days or maybe the toughness skips a generation.

    Way to hang in there Myka!

    Dad/ Grandad

  3. Mike says:

    Classic. Takes me back, way back, to when my own girls were little and had to learn the hard way. I love how protective Tate looks in the lead photo. Sisters. Wow. Nothing else like it.

    • Greg Thomas says:

      The best part of the image is Tate being protective. I think the image is a classic for that reason. She’s mad at herself for racing her little sister and knowing the potential outcome. She’s mad at the ground. She’s right there for Myka, an honest, caring, wonderful sister. I’m proud of those girls.

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