Moving onto Phase II of our adventure, we went to visit Phil's brother and sister-in-law who live close by to the Death Trap. We swam in their pool and hung out on the trampoline, then David asked, "Do you want to go for a ride on the golf cart?"
1. The boys got a kick out of being able to "drive" while sitting on Phil's lap.
2. They discovered the joys of jumping off the back, running to catch up to the cart, grabbing the pole and dragging themselves on the back "like Indiana Jones."
3. As Phil was going up a hill from grass to gravel, he stopped then started really quickly and threw me off the back. Then kept going.
It was one of those days where the boys laughed their fool heads off, ran themselves to the ground, ate too many Doritos, then passed out on the ride home. And save for the bits of gravel lodged into my palms, I'd agree that it was a pretty good day.
Turns out the adventure that wasn't even on the bucket list end up being the most memorable. Wild ride on a golf chart, check.