The adventure begins…
Today, we are en route to Huntington Beach. Studies show that children hold tightly to tradition in their lives. That is creates a sense of order for them and is how sweet memories are created. Repetition of certain activities gives them the chance to create and recreate memories. Since we are so very attuned to this as parents (bwahaha!), we took the same approach as last year: drive to Palm Springs, load up on In N Out, nestle down for the evening and then onward to the ocean.
This year, Ricky and Jenniemarie brought a fifth wheel and truck instead of a motorhome. This way, we have wheels for quick runs to the grocery and untold emergencies. It is also brilliant on their part, as their kids are divvied of between the other two RV’s. I’d think they had planned this as a clever way to get rid of kids, but once parked, their fifth wheel will be a kid Mecca. The back of their trailer is outfitted with huge bunk beds and also has bed/ sky deck over the middle. I figure we won’t see a few of our kids the whole week. Hope they feed them.
Unfortunately, the truck they are using is having some power issues. So it will lose all power unexpectedly and they will have to pull over to the side of the road and hang out for 20 minutes until is will go again. Not wanting to leave them behind, we pulled off at the nearest exit. I looked out the window and saw nothing but tanks. I would just like to point out that nothing surprises me these days. We found ourselves at the George Patton Museum. It was closed, but we did get to run around his gianormous statue and peer through the chain link fence. I had to snap a shot of the daddies in charge. These guys are awesome. They know how to fix all those things we have no clue about. Like how to add oil to the generator, but not too much. And that you should have oil on board in the first place.
A few of the kids roam off, so I set out in the direction of the crazy barking dogs. I find a crew of children heading toward a small building that says, “Keep Out!” and “Stay Back!” I threaten them. They return. There seems to be a pattern forming here. It’s all fun and games until someone loses a limb to a rabid dog.
Today, we are en route to Huntington Beach. Studies show that children hold tightly to tradition in their lives. That is creates a sense of order for them and is how sweet memories are created. Repetition of certain activities gives them the chance to create and recreate memories. Since we are so very attuned to this as parents (bwahaha!), we took the same approach as last year: drive to Palm Springs, load up on In N Out, nestle down for the evening and then onward to the ocean.
This year, Ricky and Jenniemarie brought a fifth wheel and truck instead of a motorhome. This way, we have wheels for quick runs to the grocery and untold emergencies. It is also brilliant on their part, as their kids are divvied of between the other two RV’s. I’d think they had planned this as a clever way to get rid of kids, but once parked, their fifth wheel will be a kid Mecca. The back of their trailer is outfitted with huge bunk beds and also has bed/ sky deck over the middle. I figure we won’t see a few of our kids the whole week. Hope they feed them.
Unfortunately, the truck they are using is having some power issues. So it will lose all power unexpectedly and they will have to pull over to the side of the road and hang out for 20 minutes until is will go again. Not wanting to leave them behind, we pulled off at the nearest exit. I looked out the window and saw nothing but tanks. I would just like to point out that nothing surprises me these days. We found ourselves at the George Patton Museum. It was closed, but we did get to run around his gianormous statue and peer through the chain link fence. I had to snap a shot of the daddies in charge. These guys are awesome. They know how to fix all those things we have no clue about. Like how to add oil to the generator, but not too much. And that you should have oil on board in the first place.
A few of the kids roam off, so I set out in the direction of the crazy barking dogs. I find a crew of children heading toward a small building that says, “Keep Out!” and “Stay Back!” I threaten them. They return. There seems to be a pattern forming here. It’s all fun and games until someone loses a limb to a rabid dog.
