Before, during and after summer camp we also visited Nevada City and Grass Valley to eat, drink and enjoy some of the local history.
Summer camp isn’t what it used to be. At least it’s not what it used to be in my imagination.
In Australia we don’t seem to “do” summer camp like America does, though I did go to a few camps when I was at school.
On the first one (when I was 10) I remember being homesick and wearing every piece of clothing I had to bed so as not to freeze to death.
On the last one (when I was 17) I had 16 stitches in my head (long story) and had been told not to go swimming. So I went water skiing instead. And tore the backside out of my jeans sliding down a mountain.
But mostly, when I thought of American summer camp, it was of swimming, canoeing and hiking.
My diary notes for today are alarming sparse. Could that have anything to do with the wine tour of Sonoma and the Napa Valley?
Alcatraz was on my must-see list for San Francisco and I wasn’t disappointed.
Our 4-hour Fogcutter tour was aptly named and came highly recommended by a friend at home – with good cause.
Happy birthday Stu! The longest, but possibly not the most exciting one ever, since most of it was spent travelling across time zones. Continue reading
Last week Stu decided I needed to get off my big fat backside and out of the house on the weekend. Not sure why. Best not to examine his motives too closely. Continue reading