At the bridge we were hiking to,
the kids were throwing birch bark in the stream, so I started a game where we’d
throw in birch bark on the up-water side of the bridge, then watch it go under
and see whose bark could get farthest downstream by avoiding obstacles like
snagging branches that were trailing in the water and stuff.
After they got
bored with that, they began throwing in sticks, and one of them (either the
oldest or middle son) even started pulling around a pretty big branch, so I
suggested that he jam it between two fallen tree trunks on each side of the
stream and create a dam.
As soon as he
did that, the kids began finding sticks to put around it, and then I joined in
and we got a decent dam going that raised the water like a half inch or so
behind it.
As we were
leaving, the middle son kept talking a lot about how we should find bigger and
bigger trees to add to the dam, and then he started talking about getting not
just a chainsaw, but even a “motorized vehicle with a trailer” and bringing it
down there so we could haul in even bigger trees.
“I don’t know,”
I was like, “It’s so peaceful down here and we managed to get some pretty big
trees in that dam just ourselves, why would we need a motorized vehicle here
and make all that noise?”.
“We could drive
it slowly,” the middle son was like.
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