The little wagon that could

My husband started walking to work this week, part of his plan to gear up for summer cycling and other outdoor activities.

My son and I were invited to rendezvous with him Monday afternoon on his walk home. Knowing the uphill trek might be too much for my son, I carried his bright red Radio Flyer town and country edition wagon up from the basement. He happily climbed aboard and we set off.

The initial hill, a block-long climb up from our house, was easy. So was the straight shot to and across the bridge. But midway up the second of three hills we had to climb, I could feel the pull on my upper back and chest. Our pace slowed. Too-high curb cuts, lingering snow piles and muddy spots became a challenge.

We met Daddy midway up the third hill. "I'll drive," he volunteered cheerfully, turning the wagon around and heading downhill.