Momservation: The first day of school is Christmas morning to parents.
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All good things must come to an end. Thank goodness for that. Does anyone really want endless chocolate cake, summer vacation, or sex? If you’re my husband, that’s a rhetorical question.
Oay, I promised you Washington DC as the final leg of our Where in the World Are the Wheelers? tour and here it is – our sprint to the finish!
Now for those of you A-Type people who need a comprehensive outline and summary for your conclusion, here you go. For those who just joined us and hate backtracking or scrolling down in reverse this is for you. For those who traveled along weekly here’s what you vicariously did this summer:
- Week 1: First week of summer vacation packed the tents for a 6-family camping trip to Union Valley Reservoir. No bear sighting this year. Darn.
- Week 2: Off to Lake McClure for a family house boating trip with cousins, aunts, uncles and lots of tubing.
- Week 3: All-Star baseball, soccer tournament and an annual 4th of July/birthday bash that tested the limits of our pool filter.
- Week 4: Basketball camp and an impromptu trip to meet up with my mom in Monterey. Twenty-four hour whirlwind so fun my daughter barfed.
- Week 5: Soccer camp and Shaver Lake with old college friends. Starting to keep a tally on lakes visited – we’re at 3.
- Week 6 & 7: Soccer tournament, State Fair, family in town from South Carolina so we play tourist and start by going to San Francisco for a Bay Cruise, Walt Disney Museum, walking the Golden Gate Bridge, Giants game and SF Zoo.
- Week 8: We finish our tour of CA with South Lake Tahoe for Hot August Nights car show and Emerald Bay. As if that weren’t enough we squeeze in a few days at Donner Lake for a friend’s 40th and some more water sports. Lakes 4 & 5.
- Week 9: Had an empty calendar day so friends introduce us to Jenkins Lake in Pollock Pines for a day of wake surfing and tubing. Six Lakes in nine weeks for those who are counting.
- Week 10: Soccer tournament, River Cats game and then off to Washington DC for my brother’s retirement ceremony and some sightseeing. When we get back school starts.
Once again the ring of the school bell saved me from myself. Why can’t I resist filling every open calendar space in the months of June, July and August with summertime fun? Why can’t I just do a lazy summer instead of going for summer on crack? (Crack defined as: delivering an intensity of pleasure beyond the bounds of normal human experience. Pretty sure we did that.)