Chester has probably had it with tourists following him around.
My mom and I took Rush on his first ever gondola ride. He was scared but brave, holding onto his to-go coffee cup full of Froot Loops, his favorite toy of the day. I filled it for him at the hotel breakfast and he marched around, shaking it in sync with his stomps and presumably waking anyone still asleep in the hotel.
Rush didn’t enjoy the gondola ride until we were about halfway up the mountain. His face suddenly lit up and he yelled that we were going up into the sky. At the summit, we got out and wandered around, following a grasshopper that my mother named Chester. Prime mountaintop entertainment. Hunkered down next to Chester, Rush looked up and announced solemnly, “Hoppers hop.” And he’s right. Hoppers be hopping.
Rush didn’t enjoy the gondola ride until we were about halfway up the mountain. His face suddenly lit up and he yelled that we were going up into the sky. At the summit, we got out and wandered around, following a grasshopper that my mother named Chester. Prime mountaintop entertainment. Hunkered down next to Chester, Rush looked up and announced solemnly, “Hoppers hop.” And he’s right. Hoppers be hopping.