Right before the holiday weekend, we decided it was time for a little rest and relaxation.
Some “down” time.
So, we packed up the camper and headed west.
We went from this….
To this, in about 2 1/2 hours.
Ahhhh. Just what the doctor ordered.
We took a few of my husband’s FFA kids with us.
Actually….we took more than a few kids.
The story went something like this…
“Honey, I have a little situation with the camping trip I planned for the kids.”
“Yes. My bus driver cancelled. And I know you were looking forward to a couple of days at home for a pedicure thingy, and doing your blog thingy, but I sort of need you to go with us, and, uh… drive a bus. I promise you won’t have to cook or do anything.”
“Huh? Wha? Did you fall and bump your head?”
Anyhoooooo…..clearly, he can talk me into anything.
I drove this little red and white rig.
Wranglers had this rig.
And, one other parent drove a van. I didn’t get a picture of that one. You know, cause I’m a space cadet.
Each morning we cooked thirty six eggs. Seven pounds of sausage. AND approximately sixty pancakes.
This is our boy hanging over the grill, waiting on some grub.
We stayed in our little house on wheels, and everyone else stayed in cabins.
Oh, and we threw in this little guy for good measure. (our great-nephew)
These kids had such a blast. They fished. They hiked. They went paddle boating.
That’s our boy, running the motor.
As for me….
Our last night there, I heard a noise.
After much grumbling, I convinced Wranglers to get up and look out the window.
A momma bear and her cub had decided to play a game with our water jug.
It was an awesome sight, and I’m sorry to report I didn’t get a picture.
But dang, it was 3:00 am, and I wasn’t thinkin’ straight.
They also enjoyed checking out our grill.
I do have proof of that.
We ALL had a great time. And let me tell you…FFA kids are awesome!!
And so are little boys…