Last weekend we found ourselves outside of Butte at one of Montana’s hot spring spots. As we drove into the parking lot Eliza saw the giant waterslide we’d promised would be there and she could barely contain herself.
“Do you think I’m old enough? Do you think they’ll let me on it?” she asked over and over.
Once inside we confirmed that, yes, with a life jacket, Eliza could, indeed, ride the corkscrew slide. I’m pretty sure the few hours that followed might be the thus-far highlight of my five-year-old’s life.