A Three-Hour Tour.
Yesterday we took Laurel to sleep-away camp for the very first time. The temperature is holding steady during the day at 95-100 degrees, with a heat advisory in effect. For many kids, this coupled with being a first-timer would be reason enough for homesickness. Not Laurel. We'll be lucky if she even thinks about us. The most we can hope is that she will avail herself of the pre-addressed, pre-stamped envelopes, the notebook paper, and the pencils I packed for her.
Frankly, I think her biggest concern will be how Ernest the fish is faring -- Greg and I don't have the best track record when it comes to remembering to feed him. And Laurel is quite aware of this. I wouldn't be surprised if any letter she writes consists of only two words: 'FEED ERNEST.'
It takes 1.5 hours to get to camp, so we spent 3 hours in the car yesterday which almost made me carsick. Three hours on windy Ozark roads, I just LOVE it. On Wednesday, I/we will make another 3-hour round trip to pick her up. Can't wait!
Here is a photo of her from yesterday's drop-off. She's perched high atop the top bunk, which is precisely where she wanted to be:
The coolest thing for us is that at the end of each day, the camp posts session photos. So we're watching for shots of Laurel in action.
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