6.23.2011

Roadtripping


My kids have become professional road trippers. We have always done a lot of driving in our family. That's what happens when you live in the middle of nowhere I guess. We've done trips to Utah a lot. But also Yellowstone, Mt Rushmore, New York City, Niagara Falls, Washington DC, Southern California, San Francisco, Las Vegas, Colorado, Arizona, Arkansas, Tennessee, and Kansas. Some years we have crossed the US two or three times.



This past month we have traveled more than 5000 miles. Here's that we've done so far:



400 miles Pflugerville to Mustang Island and back


626 miles Lawrence, KS to Nauvoo, IL and back to KS (Toby and Aspen at Youth Conference)


687 miles Lawrence, KS back to Texas


770 miles Pflugerville to South Padre Island and back


1310 miles Pflugerville to MN (the day after getting back from SPI) for Toby to go to Scout Camp at Boundary Waters


1259 miles Pflugerville to Aspen Grove Family Camp for a Brunner family reunion



That's a total of 5052 miles.



We'll log another 1300 miles to get back to Texas. That'll be 6300 miles.



The long miles are sometimes a bit daunting, especially since I do most of the driving by myself. But it is always worth the fun memories, being together, seeing new places, and visiting with all our family. There are still a lot of places on the list to visit. Maybe next year we'll get to some of the places we haven't been before. (Seattle, Chicago, Redwoods, Yosemite, Grand Canyon, most of the monuments and national parks in Utah).

Scout Camp



Isaac got to go to scout camp for the first time this year and he loved it. He passed off 5 merit badges, got mostly done on a sixth, and has 2 more ready now too. There was a family night the last night that he actually wanted us to come to, so we did.

My favorite comments when I arrived to see him at camp: "I haven't showered for 5 days!" and "I didn't wear sunscreen (that I sent and made him promise to use) at all and I didn't get burned!" Well, thank heavens for that.

When I went to do the laundry from his backpack, all the extra clothes I had so carefully folded for him were still folded. At least he went swimming everyday and kind of rinsed off.

Ahh, the joys of having a 12 year old boy.