But the funny story is about Errol.  We were at this house checking it out and Errol went outside.  10 minutes later he comes running in, “Daddy, daddy! Come!”  I follow him outside and sitting there at the bottom of the steps is a large plastic wagon.  Radio Flyer sized but a Big Plastic Monstrosity.

I asked him where he got that thing, I knew it didn’t come with the house.  He said, “ovah deh, by the swingset.”  I looked and looked and couldn’t see any swingset.  I told him not to take things from other people’s houses and that we had to take the wagon back.  He started pulling the wagon but after a while I pulled it too.

We went across the neighbor’s yard, across a bridge over a drainage ditch, across another neighbor’s yard – he came out and watched us go by, and finally I saw the swingset in the next yard.  That guy confirmed to me the right place to leave the wagon.

We turned to head back and I could see the tire tracks from his taking the wagon down.  The property of the neighbor that saw us has a little plateau and he had gone straight and onto that plateau.  He didn’t go down the steep incline and correctly doubled back and went around down the incline.  (Putting into action what he learned about getting to the snow on the summit on June 16.)

The first half of his trip was downhill, but once he got across the bridge he had to pull it all the way up hill to the backdoor.  It was quite a haul, he is very strong.

When we got back I looked back and way off in the distance was this blue blob that was the plastic wagon, and I could now spot the end struts of an old swingset peeking out from behind the end of a house way off over there, barely noticeable.