You probably can't appreciate the extent from the picture, but we drove up to Idyllwild Sunday night positively immobilized underneath all of our stuff. There were six people beneath all that. That the trunk was completely full as well, sans spare tire, goes without saying, I'm sure.
We spent a sunny but bittersweet Father's Day at Oceanside. That in-between time is always the hardest, in between looking gleefully forward to an exciting adventure and gratefully back to the comfort and satisfaction of where you've been. Having all four of us away from home for two months, even if it's only a 25-minute drive up the hill, is going to be really different.
We're really excited, though. We finished our first day with little mishap (Rachel sliced her finger open, but it stopped bleeding eventually) and now Angelica and I are doing homework in the camp office. We're all sleeping in the same room, and everyone reports to work at different times in the morning, so we'll see how that goes tomorrow. . .
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