Every family has that one story.
You know, like our dad friend who traveled with his four sick kids on a transatlantic flight and had to sit in a layered mess of spit-up, vomit and diarrhea for the entire flight while he tended to his brood single-handedly.
After today, if there was any doubt whether we’re really and truly a family, there isn’t any now.
The day started out nicely.
Low 70s, sunny skies, a cool breeze: the perfect day for light hike and a picnic under the redwoods at Big Basin Redwoods State Park in the Santa Cruz Mountains.
I drove, instead of Hubby, since the road through the mountains is so windy and I’m very prone to car sickness. The drive was easy enough, though a bit long for my young ones.
We looked for insects and I pointed out the various trees and plant growth along the path:
“I think it smells like allergies,” Jane replied matter of factly.
After our picnic, we planned to stop for ice cream at the General Store.
Good thing we didn’t.
On our drive home, just as we had made it down the 45 minutes of winding road into the flatland of Saratoga proper, Jane yelled,
“Look at Sam!”
Hubby and I whirled around to see Jane pointing at her little brother who had fallen victim to the sway of the windy roads (and my speeding). We stopped the car and then heard gurgling noises from Jane’s side.
Who knew that a 2.5 year old’s stomach had a two gallon capacity?
My only consolation: Jane’s sympathetic reaction to Sam’s plight must mean that somehow – somewhere way down deep – she likes, and maybe even loves, her pest of a brother.
Luckily, it was only a short 15-minute straight shot home and I dunked them into the tub as soon as we arrived home. Looking at their poor, pale little faces, I thought I would jump in, too, and play with them to make up for putting them through the day’s ordeal.
I stepped into the tub and felt the soap underfoot.
It must have fallen down from the soap dish and gotten a little soggy from the bath. It squished between my toes, so I bent down to pick it up.
It wasn’t soap. And there was a whole bathtub full of it. Apparently, I was right – the misery of the car ride that Jane and Sam shared did indeed bring them closer together. Minutes earlier while I was putting their soiled clothes into the washing machine, I had heard them curiously giggling together (instead of the usual clobbering and crying from Jane trying to drown her brother in the bath). I now realize that the children were conspiring to seek revenge for my car-sickness-inducing driving through a cleverly crafted Simultaneous Number Two plot.
After everyone was cleaned up, I gave Jane a recap of the day, including the last two messy events, and asked her what kind of day she had. “Was it a good day?”
She smiled quietly and said,”We had a big adventure.”
Details for your big adventure:
- 1 hour drive time from the Peninsula
- $10 parking fee
- plentiful toilet facilities
- general store onsite (beverages, snacks, ice cream, some camping items)
- campground reservations at Reserve America