After four freakin' back and forth trips to the mountains I will be happy not to make that drive for another year. I'm not too upset that Olivia has decided to stick with day camp, either. That means next year we only have to make 2 trips.
My kids are home, safe and sound from their camp experiences. They both came home with lots of stories, smelly laundry and the camp crafts they made. Olivia made a lovely bowl in pottery. On the loom, she wove a colorful piece of cloth the size of a placemat. She also tie-dyed and batiked and did a number of other richly experiential projects. The first thing she did when she got home, besides clogging the toilet, was request a tick-check while taking a long, hot bath. That's my girl!
Zach chose woodburning, where he made a gigantic clock necklace reminiscent of Flavor Flav, which earned him the camp name of "Boss Hogg". We're so proud of him. He took up slug-licking, which apparently induces a state of euphoria into the licker. We promptly had a talk with him about "Just say no to slugs" and just because your friend jumps off a bridge does that mean you're going to jump off a bridge, too?, to which he answered, "well, yeah, duh!"
We are hitting the road again. I need to leave my blog in your hands for a while, which scares me considering the dogs seem to have taken control of it. But, I must entrust it to you, my fine family and friends, in my absence.
Think of me up in New England, eating lobster, clams, chowda, wild Maine blueberries, etc. I'll return with stories hopefully. Or at least I'll get to read yours.