"Of course it is," replied Lurvy. And he spread the blanket across the sideboards of the truck so that it was like a little tent. The children sat in the shade, under the blanket, and felt better.
After lunch, they stretched out and fell asleep.
Yes, kids get wrapped up in new experiences. Avery and Fern are exhausted from their morning at the Fair. Riding the rides. Eating the food. Ferris wheel. Corn dogs and popcorn and cotton candy. After so much excitement, they do what all kids do. They fall asleep.
I am blogging tonight from the Grand Mountain Lodge in downstate Michigan. It's a beautiful place. A ski resort in the winter. In the summer, there's a Tirolean themed water park with mock chalets and an avalanche of water called the Splatterhorn (or something like that).
It took us most of the day to get to the resort. It was a pleasant drive with lots of sun and no wrong turns. That's right. We didn't have to pull over to the side of the road and dissolve into tears because we were lost for the fifth time. In fact, we actually arrived ahead of schedule.
The kids, of course, immediately changed into their swimsuits. After three hours of water slides, I was ready to head back to the room. I was sore in places where I haven't been sore since the senior prom. My son, daughter, and nephew complained all the way back to the room, saying they weren't tired and wanted to stay longer.
After showers and pizza, my daughter soon looked like this:
Yes, it was like she spent the whole day at the Fair with Henry Fussy. She hasn't made a sound for the last two hours.
In his childhood summers. E. B. White used to go to a cabin on a lake. He would take long nature walks, swim, and write. Even as a kid, White had an idea of what he wanted to be when he grew up. I'm sure, on quiet evenings, when the crickets started their nightly serenade, White would climb into bed and listen while the moon and stars promenaded across the heavens.
Saint Marty loves summer vacation.
