We had a few false starts — or at least we had a few situations where the Boy decided he wanted to go on a different trail and had to be convinced to continue on our planned trail.

We had a few situtations where utter exhaustion threatened the whole adventure.

We took a few portraits.

We took a few breaks.

We played a few games, like pretending to be asleep until a little brother approaches, then shouting “Boo!”

And of course we ate a few blueberries, though we knew we probably shouldn’t.

All the same, we somehow made it an incredible distiance, especially for a three-year-old, to the shelter, newly rebuilt, at Markowe Szczawiny.

We hadn’t really checked beforehand, but the distance from the parking lot to the shelter was a whopping eleven kilometers. That’s 6.8 miles. One way. That the Boy made it probably 70% of the way walking on his own is simply incredible.

More incredible even than the views along the way.