Which of course it was during the L'Amour's novels, when the Natchez Trace was briefly terrorized by a family of psychopaths.
But I digress. My Feel Good Friday memory is the fact that this morning my family plus my in-laws (otherwise known as grandparents extraordinaire) finally toured through part of the Trace. Nothing like playing the tourist in your own neck-of-the-woods.
We threw rocks in streams, hiked, fell face-first in at least one patch of poison ivy (the 2 year old), ate snacks, enjoyed the scenery, and were home by lunch time.
Nothing like getting to spend some low-key time with my kids, my husband and my parents-in-law. A miniature vacation.
My mother-in-law served an important service on the outing as an... anchor.
What's a family outing without a little adrenaline rush?