Saturday, July 27, 2013

July adventure in the books

It is 12:05 am and our return ferry is about to set sail for home, all the little ones are asleep in the back, and I am sitting in the car as we move across the water.

With July rapidly coming to a close, we needed an adventure. A few Internet searches lead us to settle on a 30 minute ferry ride, followed by a 30 minute car ride to our destination of a small street fair, carnival rides, and fireworks on the lake. We had never been across the water in our car and we had never been to Silverdale and we certainly had never heard of Whaling Days. 

We arrived a little later than expected due to a 90 minute ferry wait on the way out, and we are due to arrive home a little later than expected because we missed the 11:05 ferry by about 7 minutes. We obviously didn't mind, I mean what good is an adventure without a little adventure. 

The lesson of this adventure, if there is one to be learned, is that if we thought we may one day move to Silverdale, we won't. The town was a bit scruffy and a little rougher than we prefer, no one was allowed to be alone (not even Angie or I) and we were sure a fight was going to break out any minute. And while the people seemed nice enough, there was a high percentage of very young people smoking and entirely too many people that should have been wearing more clothes.  

We arrived a little later than planned and we were headed home a lot later than planned, but traveling mishaps were not the only mishaps of the July adventure. 

For example: 

1) there was the time that Owen stepped in a bush on the beach and as he pulled his feet and shoes out of the bush, he was covered in stickers and unable to move.

















































2) or the time when Owen threw a log and somehow ended up with what he called seaweed legs
3) the time that Owen, Ivy and Evan were about to go down the slide together and right before they took off, Ivy tried to straighten her mat and it took off without her, she was left with her sticky little legs touching the slide and was forced to scoot herself down while crying all the way as Evan and Owen slid gleefully down together.



























4) the time we set up shop to watch fireworks and after waiting two hours, watched the first one go off behind a building;

and finally,
 
5) the time when ( this was my personal favorite) Ivy pushed Owen off a bridge into a little ditch during the fireworks, in the dark. (It took me a minute to figure out who fell. He was completely covered in the brush and I wasn't sure if he was wet or gone and I could only see his foot. Once I realized he wasn't dead or drifting off to sea, I laughed my butt off. A stranger had to help me heave him out. I am the worst mom, I laugh now just thinking about it, I even laughed at his whimpering self after we pulled him out. I honestly had no choice.)

Despite the mishaps, we laughed really hard, loved the fireworks, enjoyed the lake, did something different, stayed out too late, and were reminded we love where we live. 

Success! 





 


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