We are in the middle of the annual family vacation. By annual, I mean since we have more than a dime to our name (we are in year #5; previous years are referred to as YWNSD- “Years We Nearly Starved to Death?”)
The last 5 years are simply referred to as ACL (After College Loans).
This year’s vacation (not to be confused with our free trip to NECC) is in Colorado. It is my first time seeing a real mountain (the things we ski on in Wisconsin are forever going to be known as hills).
This trip is another example of how much you can learn when you’re not in school.
There are lessons to be learned here for the whole family.
Personally, I have learned (or relearned) about moraines, the continental divide, wetlands, tundras, trees, wild animals, waterfalls, and altitude sickness (not the fun part).
All of these experiences are more interesting in person than they were out of a textbook. I keep telling my daughter how lucky she is to see these things in person.
Her response, “can we go ride the go karts at Fun City again.” That loud sucking sound you hear is her removing money from my wallet.
The best thing she has going for her is opportunities. And the fact that pound for pound she can eat more French fries or chocolate chip pancakes than anyone in North America.
One day she may even recognize how many wonderful experiences she had during her childhood. When and if she does, I hope she forces her children (2nd generation evil spawn) to hike through the mountains and see things that they have no interest in (maybe she will invite their grandparents; better yet maybe she will pay for the trip).
While she has not been overly impressed with the Rocky Mountains, she can spot a McDonald’s 6 miles away in the fog… and the dark… while she is asleep.
She may be gifted. Or hungry. We can’t decide.
We are hoping for gifted, just because we are tired of paying for her food.
While she doesn’t yet recognize the benefits of the things she gets to experience, she and I do agree on one thing.
We need a motorcycle.
Visiting a national park in a car is great, but it would be even better on a motorcycle.
We ran this idea by our household manager, but she isn’t buying it.
Maybe we can catch her in a weak moment. Like when she is having computer troubles and she will say yes to anything, just so we go away.
This is also an important lesson to my out of work daughter. It is not always what you ask; but when you ask.
Plus, there is a larger lesson here that she might as well learn. Upper management can be difficult to work with and sometimes even stuck in their ways (of course the exception to this rule is educators… we can never be accused of being stuck in our ways).
And yes that includes me…but I DO love my John Denver 8-track. I can already envision riding through the Rocky Mountains listening to “Rocky Mountain High”.
I still wake up in the middle of the night angry that Mr. Denver was denied an Academy Award nomination for his performance in the 1977 movie “Oh, God!”