Okay, we’ve had our two weeks of winter, and since it’s lasted so long this year, I guess we’re all ready for summer.
I’ve started loosely planning our summer vacation.
I’m envisioning lots of beach time mixed with a very eclectic road trip.
I’m hoping(if Wayne can get away) that we’ll be able to take an east coast road trip. Last year, I was flipping a trip to DC over in my head, but couldn’t work the dates out with my family’s pesky work and school issues.
I’m hopeful that we can get a few weeks on the road this summer. In my daydreams, I’m imagining the Outer Banks of NC, I’d like to take the kids to see Wild Corolla Spanish Mustang Horses. Then maybe off to Richmond, Yorktown, Jamestown or maybe the Hampton Roads area or Virginia. I’d like to scoot into Washington DC for the better part of a week. Then onto Boston and on up to Acadia National Park in Maine.
I’m envisioning the Whitman’s sampler of lodging choices. I’d like to do everything from camping in a tent to renting a cabin or house to seedy(or not so seedy) hotels to really nice hotels and resorts. I’m checking out my options currently. Suggestions would be appreciated!
I want to get a good dose of history, entertainment and lots of the great outdoors. I’ve found whale watching tours and kayak trips and rock climbing excursions. I’ve researched hot air balloon rides and archaeological dig sites. I’ve found lobster boats that will take us out for the day. Bike tours of the Washington DC. Scavenger hunts all over Boston. Trails and camping areas that look like just plain fun. I’m getting very excited.
Now, if Wayne’s dad-gum business will cooperate and we can get away, I’m ready.
We all got new camping gear for Christmas. Always planning, that’s me.
I’ve talked about it a lot with the kids, trying to feel out what they’d find interesting and all. It’s been a great diversion since we’ve been in a lot with our two weeks of winter.
Sam, who is more like me than you could even imagine, is getting as ramped up as I am. In fact, he’s been “practicing.”
I have a 12×12 tent set up in my living room. It sort of fills up a room. We don’t hang out in there much anyway, so I guess it’s not actually hurting anything. Though, it looks pretty crazy. I’m sort of used to it now.
Sam is sleeping in it more than in his own room.
He’s pretending he’s on a trip.
I think I’m raising a wanderer.
** The ill fitting, mismatched pajamas that Sam is wearing were his call, not mine. You can’t accuse me of micromanaging these kids!