Living in a county that maintains a distant, environmental education program = fun and exciting.
Getting a call at four o'clock that you kid has been puking his guts out on the second day of the week long experience = not so much fun.
This has been a day that I want to notate and then forget. When I woke up, Mr. Possum was hanging over the toilet puking. P4 was laughing at him (<-- Not sure what that was about). Then, we got the call that P2 had become ill at KEEP (Kern Environmental Education Program) in Pismo/San Louis Obispo (Morro Rock, basically). Since I didn't think Mr. Possum could puke AND drive, I loaded up and went to get him myself.
As you can see from the link...it's an awesome place and a great experience. All Kern County sixth graders do it. But, could they have put it in a more inconvenient place? His Social Studies teacher drove him to a semi-populated area for pick-up (since it was dark, raining, and camp is on a dirt road). I need to remember to thank him profusely next week. Six hour drive, round trip.
Someone stick a fork in me...
At least it was cold, rainy, and dark... it could've been worse (I could've had to drive over in the sun!). My dad went with and much nostalgia was discussed. I shit you not, though...It's an interesting ride when you round a corner on a highway and your dad says, "This is where your great-grandpa died." WTF?!?! Which, technically, a heart attack probably killed him, but the fact that he flipped a 1939 Ford, that tore the top off and flung him 30 feet from the wreckage, sure didn't help matters. Oy.