While we were in Vermont, we went on a lot of hikes. On the first day, the Kid pointed to a tree:
I was so proud.
The next day, we joyfully hiked this trail.
I posted this picture on Facebook, calling it, “The trail that must not be named.” The Kid asked me to text it to her best friend’s mom, so her friend would know where we were hiking.
And then Kid found a Dragon Egg. She stopped us. She described the egg in detail, showing us the dent (on the left side in the photo) where the mother dragon bashed the egg with her tail to give it an identifying mark. She showed us how she could identify what kind of dragon was inside, even though this egg had fossilized.
As we walked, she found more eggs. The one in the picture was one of the biggest. They ranged down to the size of a pebble. She described the various kinds of dragons within the eggs, and determined which eggs were still gestating and which had fossilized. She told us of the habits of different dragons, and which were easily confused with one another. She even found two eggs that had been separated from their nests, that needed to be rehomed if they were to survive. One of the eggs was going to hatch in just fifteen hours, the other in twenty-six. She collected the eggs and brought them back with us and hid them in a bush overnight, covered with leaves to keep them warm.
The next day, we took the eggs on a hike behind our inn and luckily found a nest of dragon eggs in a pool of water formed by a stream. The Kid pitched her eggs into the nest in time to save the dragons.
I learned a lot on that hike. Not least, that my Kid is a great person to walk with in the woods.