I had planned to write a post prior to the weekend about modern meteorologists and the vast and undue amount of confidence we now place in their prognostications.
I planned to tie it to our lack of a moral compass in this society. I figure this void of faith makes us vulnerable to believe any exaggerated and sensational story that comes along. So people these days will change plans for major events all because some "Guy Sharp Wannabe" (he was the standard for Atlanta television weathermen for years) sees a good chance of showers.
The case in point was to be this past weekend... it was slated to be a busy one!
A Fall Festival was planned for Friday at the kid's school, Ab was slated to run in a Pumpkin Run that day as well, meanwhile AA and I had a camp out with the Tiger Cubs that evening.
But it all was not to be.
Why? Because the weather-person was forecasting cold and rain. So everything was cancelled or postponed.
The result was the we had a free or at least free-er weekend.
AA and I still attended a "consolation" hike on Saturday at Berry College, while R. and Ab attended a Bible study for 4th grade girls.
I think our hike totaled about 4 miles, one of the highlights was the fact that we got to buy some beef jerky for our snacks (Mom wouldn't consent to the classic culinary delight for ventures into the woods on a cool Saturday: Sardines, Saltines and Tabasco Sauce).
On the hike, I observed something that really impressed me: along the way, we would stop and observe something and inevitably some father would step up and talk about it a little, ask questions and often would tie in themes of scouting or character. All of this without warning and off-the-cuff.
We learned about the Possum Trot Church, wasp houses, hornets' nests, the purpose of the reservoir on top of a small mountain and controlled burns. It was quite a walk.
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