Walking time. Come on Mama. Lets go! See the hill? I know it turns the corner and keeps going up. We're a third of the way there. Neat huh? I know there is something on the other side worth seeing - Dad is over there. Oh boy, oh boy. Mom? Forget the photography; you are stalling.
Boy, Mom is a wimp. We had to keep checking out the flowering stuff - so sissy. I humor her, but who wouldn't rather sniff interesting stuff? Then fifty minutes later we get to the park on the down side of the hill and I let Mom catch her breath. Don't listen to her - I certainly did not want to be carried the last bit of the hill!