One year I visited the camp, albeit briefly. My son had just missed his flight to Colorado, and was quite upset. (Yes, it was our fault, not the airline's.) So I told him we could drive to Colorado. As night came upon us, we got in the car and drove, straight-through, and arrived at the camp early next afternoon. I did get to see the camp, although my brain was a bit blurry by then. The kids seemed to be bright-eyed and full of fun.
The next morning, at dawn, I started the car and headed back to Chicago. I remember very little of that drive, but I never regretted the trip. And I only missed one day of work!
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Rhyme of the day
My wife was gone
But now she's back
And pleasant yakking
Fills my house again.