Summer trip 2014 Day 9

The daily frog catch. Some of these still have tails!

We always begin the day catching frogs. Some of these still have tails!

We’ve been through California, Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, Louisiana, Mississippi, and now Alabama, and I think we’ve decided that the folks claiming that people form the South would be fine with our multi-colored family and a missing adult male are right. We’ve run into no problems at all, and this is our last stop in the South. I think we are good to go!

The only really exciting thing that happened this morning was a classic “The baby ate a wild mushroom” scare. Wait, there is no such classic scare? You mean this is yet another weird thing that happens mostly only to Phelps kids? Well, whether he actually ate any or not, he didn’t develop any symptoms, so we proceed as planned. That one kid takes as much looking after as the other three combined!

We finally made our way to the Gulf of Mexico this afternoon! This area is quite interesting, so battered by storms, so slow to recover, and full of so many happy people. Everywhere you look there is a smashed and abandoned house, an expanse of swamp, a stand of trees with the tops torn clean off them standing next to a forest that looks untouched!

Another interesting thing we’ve seen is parks of tiny houses.

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They appear to be low-income housing, but they are not trailers. They are teeny houses! Like a whole development of one-bedroom homes, maybe 500-800 square feet. Either there is a demand for tiny houses here, or these are developments of quick housing for storm aid workers? Either way, they were cute and fun to look at.

As we approached the sea shore, the landscape became more and more marshy, and the tidy rivers flowed suddenly into sprawling marshes. Miles of bridge work ran across bogs of standing and running water, and all of it was packed with wildlife! It seems like a place ducks like to settle. I think there must be millions of baby ducks happily splashing in those marshes! Supposedly, there are also alligators!

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We are staying on Dauphin Island for these two nights, a place I have never been before. It promised to be touristy, but also beachy at a good price, so I am willing to put up with the tourism. However, the approach to the island was almost deserted. The highway crosses Dauphin Bay, making a dramatic ascent and descent before reaching the island.

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The island itslef is far more battered than the mainland, and the houses are build to withstand the craziest of weather. Sometimes they succeed, sometimes they don’t. You could tell which houses were occupied by people who might not have left during Katrina. Like the one that said, “Make some noise, Harleys!” Or the brick house with several different water level lines up the wall, the highest reaching halfway up the outer wall, and erosion showing on the brickwork even though it was clearly a 1970’s ranch style home, so not very old. Buildings are either brand new, or in pretty bad shape here.

I was really hoping the campsite we chose was on the beach as promised, and I hoped the tent sites were not farthest from the beach and bathrooms, as they usually are. But we got a prime piece of real estate at this park. The lots are tiny, and there is no privacy, but our spot backs up to a bird sanctuary with a system of hiking paths, and is the closest to the beach, only a short walk about 1/8 mile through the sanctuary.

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The kids saw the playground and had to be let off immediately to meet the neighborhood kids and establish their pecking order. This has been their tact from day 1 of this trip. There were a few kids playing, and not a parent in sight, which gave me some assurance that this is a safe park!

After we set up camp we went out for the first real dinner we’ve had since June 30th! It was sooooo good. I found no odd bugs or bark pieces in my food, I didn’t have to find places for the kids to sit, I didn’t have to figure out how to get The Screamer to eat while he wanders around. They were all sitting in chairs for the first time in a week and a half, just like civilized kids!

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Sooooo civilized!

When we got back, the kids discovered that our neighbors were the little girls they had met on the playground! That’s always very exciting!

Bedtime couldn’t come until we’d taken a dip in the ocean, and so we took off down the bird sanctuary path to the white sands of the ocean. I figured it had something to do with the oil drilling visibly close to shore and rivers draining into the ocean so close to the island. I wanted to swim so badly, but The Screamer was very unhappy, so I strapped him onto my back and just watched the kids in the water.

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The water was browner than I imagined it would be.

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We then went on a very pleasant walk on the beach.

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I think everyone will sleep very well tonight!

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A favorite bedtime buddy and some cute little piggies!

 

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Summer Trip 2014 Day 8

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At some point, The Lion will get it that there are adventures just as exciting around every bend in the road, and we don’t have to stay in one place in order to have a great time, it was far easier to uproot him from Lincoln Parish with the promise of great things than it was from The Bluebird campground. I think he is learning. 

My Bird had the car packed before Bunny Boo and The Screamer were even awake, so she has certainly learned about the glory of discovering what is next!
Today we went to the Poverty Point Indian mounds and hiked around that beautiful countryside.
It was a great site, almost nobody was there, and the tour guide was as cool and slow-talking as any Southerner could be.
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What we learned was that there are ancient Indian earthwork settlements all over Louisiana, and they are the oldest earthwork structures in the Western Hemisphere. Most of the old mounds and structural arrangement of the settlement has been lost because it was a farm for a very long time. Then one day in the 50’s a guy was flying over the farm and noticed that there was a giant design on the ground that one would not notice unless one were in an airplane. It looked like this:
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It was pretty exciting to see all the artifacts and play with drums and skins and animal foot prints.
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The air was really dense around us and humid, but The Lion and I really wanted to climb the highest mound for a look around, and so we did.
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Louisiana is worth hiking through humidity for. It’s spectacularly beautiful. Supposedly, the largest mound is in the shape of a bird, and it is thought that perhaps the mounds were used as sacred meeting places where good spirits were welcomed and evil spirits were warded off. Or maybe the king just wanted a really high hill shaped like a bird so he could go up there to view the amazing landscape. Whatever the reason, it is there, and it has endured since the times of the biblical judges. Pretty neat.
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We also discovered some cicada shells, and that explained the shrill sounds we have heard at night. My Bird is so incredibly annoyed by that sound, and I think it was a relief to her to discover the source. The tour guide thought it was very strange that we got so excited about a larvae shell.

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We left Poverty Point and next headed down to the Gulf Coast.
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We could have made it all the way, but it was getting somewhat late and I didn’t want to chance getting all the way down there only to discover no place to stay on such short notice. We found a place that promised river camping on our rout, and headed there.
Have I mentioned that people in the South are the nicest people? We had been warned again and again to steer clear of the deep south with My Bird and The Screamer, but we are so happy we listened to those who gave the go-ahead. We’ve not had a single issue! In fact, people go out of their way to be kind to us. Part of that is the fact that we are from California, and that seems to be a novelty here. I guess Californians don’t get down here often. As we were driving down the road, minding our own business, My Bird suddenly pointed out a van driving next to us. It contained a family, and the driver and front passenger were pointing at us and yelling out the window. I thought something was really wrong, but instead they wanted to welcome us to Mississippi and tell us where to eat for dinner where kids eat free! It’s been like that the entire time!
Well, we found our campground, and it gave me the Heebie Jeebies, so we moved on to the next place we could find on a river. It was called Okatoma Resort and RV Park and the campsite we chose was situated on a little cliff overlooking a river. Not only that, it was the only campsite on that 5-acre plot! Perfect!
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The owners build stairs and a plank bridge down to a sandbar beach leading into the river. The current was somewhat strong, but there was plenty of shallow water to splash around in. That’s all these kids need to make them happy. So we went to bed with the promise of rivers and oceans in the next day, and everyone slept very soundly!
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For no good reason at all, I thought this was hilarious.

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Summer Trip 2014, Day 7

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Again, I promised my kids rivers and lakes on this trip, and I am doing my best to deliver on that. This campground is a county campground, but like nothing I’ve ever seen before. It is a jungle forrest of pine and deciduous trees, vines, all sorts of cool bugs, worms, and frogs, a nearly-cared-for lake, scooter trails, security, coded gates that close at 8:00pm, noise rules, a guard shack, rugged camp sites large enough to avoid annoying one’s neighbor with things like screaming babies and untamed children. A nice, quiet couple had given us their blow-up lounge floaties last night, and the kids were desperate to try them. The lake opened for swimming at noon. The kids woke at 9:00. We had 3 hours to kill. We are in the middle of nowhere in the South, and I thought that surely there would be a little breakfast place closish where we could experience some culture, but no.

Apparently, it’s a college town, so chain restaurants are the thing, and lame ones, at that! So we settled foe some Starbucks drive-through and Waffle House. And boy, oh, boy, did we get some culture there! There was a skinhead wearing a wife beater sitting at a table with a nice looking family with a baby, two friends sitting at another table, one with hair exactly like The little Bird’s, and that got me all excited, a couple that ate at Waffle House daily, it seemed, from their precise orders, familiarity with obscure menu substitutions, and the great abundance of flesh on their bodies and all kinds of other people. We really stood out in the place, and we got weird looks, but we smiled at people, and no fewer than three tables of people came up to us to chat and inspect with happy interest the make-up of my family. Everyone is very curious and nice here so far!
But the food at Waffle House is the kind only junk-food-deprived children can appreciate.
We still had some time to kill, so we ran to the store for some supplies, and Bunny Boo kept exclaiming loudly, “That person is dressed like the Bird and The Screamer!” It took me a while to realize that she was pointing out all the black people! It has been very exciting for all of them to realize that the Bird and The Screamer are pretty normal looking. Just not where we live.
We finally made it to the lake to swim, and there we stayed for the next 5 hours.
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I even got The Screamer to play and splash without me holding onto him for dear life! The most enlightening moment of the day was overhearing the phone conversation of a large, loud man with the perfect nasal twang.
“What was that? He got a nail in his eye?…Naw, he don’t need no doctor unless it gets red. Then they get a drill an’ drill out his eye where the rust be…well I done got a rusty eye once, an’ so I know how they do it. It’s a teeny drill an’ they just drill it out like that….you just put those potato drops in there an’ cover it with a potato and some ice. That’ll help it. But he don’t need no doctor unless it gets red and runny.”
Hey, good to know. Potato juice cures a nail in the eye. And if it doesn’t, the doctor can fix it up nice with a few power tool maneuvers.
Moms here are hilarious. I will never again think that I yell at my kids a lot. These women don’t STOP yelling at their kids! Like screeching at them at the top of their voices! It doesn’t seem that they are angry, just in a constant state of annoyance. Bunny Boo walks around with her fingers in her ears.
Well, the kids had so much fun, and I didn’t interfere for the entire 5 hours. Upon arriving, I immediately noticed that all the white folks were at one end of the swimming area, and all the black folks were at the other end. It was pretty interesting. But of course my kids had no clue, and they gathered up kids from all over the lake, didn’t take no for an answer, and within an hour had a rousing game of Battleship going. Even the dads joined in from time to time. It made me so happy to see everyone swirling around until everyone was everywhere! My kids were crazy. The game consisted of the free floaties given to us last night, and 2 teams. The goal was not to take the other team’s boat, but to overturn it, and then splash one another into surrender. There were no restrictions. There were big kids and little kids on both teams, and they were evenly matched. It was insane. The lifeguard eventually gave up blowing her whistle and just shook her head at the whole safety disaster.
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While the big kids destroyed one another in epic battle, The Screamer and I sat on the grass in the shade, and I taught him to fetch things. His diaper was all water logged, so it took it off, but was way too lazy to go get another from the car, so he went diaperless. And then he pooped an enormous poop. It crossed my mind that I could just leave it like a dog poo, and then I remembered that it is a pet-free park! Bah! So I cleaned up baby turds while he giggled away and fetched freshwater shells out of the grass. He’s pretty cute, but his poops are monster sized!
When it was time to go, a boy about 12 came up to me and asked it The Lion is my kid. Yes. Wow, he’s a tough, wild kid! I asked it he was mean, and he said no, just wild and hard to beat! The Bird ran up then, and the kid looked really confused. Is she your kid, too? Yep. He almost keeled over. What do you do with them? I sic ’em on large groups of strong kids to beat out their energy. He was astonished. Where did they come from? California. That’s how we make them out there: wild and tough. Heehee. He was such a cool kid! I later found out that he was on The Lion’s team, and he was their star marine. So much fun.
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Judah thought this crow sitting next to the water was pretty neat.

We came back to our site and built a fire, roasted hot dogs and marshmallows, and sent the girls to shower in a civilized way, but The Lion wanted a bath like The Screamer – out in the open forest from a bottle of cold water. So he got it. Everyone is clean and asleep, and I’m feeling like a super mom….until I realize it’s just the 4 shots of espresso from my white mocha this morning. That stuff can make anyone a super star!
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Summer Trip 2014 Day 6

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Today we made a lazy departure from Willis Point/Canton. We all would like to have stayed a few more days, I think, and I have this odd, unusual feeling of wanting to stay and talk to Brittany for days on end. I don’t want to talk to ANYONE for days on end! She’s one special girl! 

We took showers before we left. The Lion was terribly annoyed that, try as he might, he could not dry himself off. Welcome to the south, buddy! There’s no such thing as drying out here!
As we packed the car, Bunny Boo declared, “My favorite fruit is fruity snacks.” Yeah, I bought the kids fruity snacks for the trip. They are allowed one bag per day. I have failed as a parent.

The kids spied a really neat park while on our adventures last night, so we played for an hour before heading out. The Screamer actually climbed the play structure for the first time ever! He didn’t freak out wandering more than 3 feet from me, and he played with a lot if other kids. We are maturing over here!
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Sunshine discovered that we did t have any leftover sparklers for her birthday, after all, and the crazy fireworks stand was packed up when we went back to it, so now we plan to search for fireworks for her birthday over the next several days. Some swampy place will have them, I am sure. My baby girl WILL have fireworks for her birthday!

We drove from the Bluebird all the way to Louisiana, saw a real paddle boat on the Red River in Shreveport, noted the transition from a deciduous to a coniferous biome, and landed at yet another incredible place. We have yet to make reservations in advance. People are not flocking to The South for their summer vacation, I guess. Why? Because it is hotter than hell here. This heat and humidity would quench the foul fires and lost souls would discover that flames are mercy compared to this.
We settled in a place called Lincoln Parish Park. It’s a county park set on a lake, and the camp sites are far enough apart that you can barely see another tent through the trees.
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These enormous spiders live in the trash can at our camp site. They are so creepy and wonderful.

The Lion immediately set out to gather wood for a fire, and he came back with a log twice his height and as big around. As a burly Texas cowboy noted yesterday, that kid has incredible strength! He was happy that his new match-lighting skill is stronger than a week ago, although he still can’t seem to remember to hold the flame above his fingers rather than below. He also set up the tent mostly by himself. He’s such a great kid!
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Of course the girls wanted nothing to do with setting up camp, so they hunted for frogs, and found one.
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I believe the frog was forgotten when the neighbor brought 2 enormous floaties over for the kids to play on, and to keep! Bunny Boo was so happy that she insisted on taking fruity snacks and fruit leather as a thank-you.
And now everyone is snoring, and Bunny Boo suddenly woke laughing, and several times recited the scene from the Peanuts Thanksgiving episode where Marcy pretends she sees a snake. This little girl is never sad. Some kids wake from a scary dream. She wakes from a funny dream! This precious girl reminds me, daily, that life really is rainbows and sunshine!
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Summer Road Trip 2014 Day 5

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It’s the Forth of July!!! 

We drove from the middle of Texas all the way to Willis Point, Texas. This was oil refinery day. We studied oil this year in 3rd grade science, but I don’t think it really stuck because I didn’t show the kids the best pictures, and no video. But here it is, in Texas! for hours along the 20!
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Bunny Boo was most fascinated with the wells, those huge horse heads bobbing up and down. There were towering steel lattice well structures, as well, but she had no interest in those! It was so interesting to see the entire process from the freeway: the wells, sometimes spouting flames as the fumes burned off, the storage tanks, the messy trucks and trains carrying the oil next to us as we drove, the refineries with their flaming stacks and varied tall tubes for making different kinds of gas, the clean trucks and trains carrying the different kinds of fas off to whoever uses it. It felt like we were part of Cars And Trucks And Things That Go! Except we didn’t see a pickle car or Dingo Dog. Or Goldbug, for that matter.
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Gas is cheaper here!

We pulled into The Bluebird campground in time to catch the parade, and dearest Brittany, Kye Matthew’s birth mamma escorted us into town. How refreshing and healing to give her a hug after these years and see her smiling face! What a beautiful girl, inside and out.
The parade was in Canton, this teeny town established in 1850 with continued strong Confederate roots. There is a central town hall, cute, old buildings, and so many old fashioned cars, you think you’ve actually stepped back into the 40’s.
And what a great parade!
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Then The Lion had to go to the bathroom…that took forever.
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But there was pizza after, and although we missed the official fireworks show, there were fireworks to be had at a road-side stand with burly pair of stand owners, one young and one not-so-young, who were pretty thrilled to sell us fireworks. Especially exciting was the discovery that we were from California where such shenanigans are illegal. They set us up with all we wanted, and then Max put on the most amazing, and fun, fireworks show I’ve ever seen. What made it most fun was the fact that a bunch of little kids were his assistants, even baby Wyatt who was so fearless in the face of all that firepower, and everyone scattered when Max shouted, “BACK!” I was pretty sure one of them would lose an arm, or at least an eyeball but all remained intact. Bunny Boo was even coaxed into holding a sparkler!
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Brittany’s family was so hospitable to us. We felt right at home! It seemed like people kept joining up with us out of nowhere, everyone so nice and so joyful, and a the kids so free-spirited and unintimidated by my own free spirits! I love this place! I wish we had a week to spend here! It’s definitely on my list of places to come back to very soon.
Tomorrow we will head out to Louisiana and further adventures.
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Summer Trip 2014 Day 4

Like yesterday, the kids woke up and immediately got into the water.

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Like yesterday, they squatted around their secret place, conjuring plans with their new friends. But unlike yesterday, we had to move on. So we said goodbye, and we were off by 9:00 am. 

Good bye, Gila River!

Good bye, Gila River!

But before we left the wilderness, we made the trek up the cliffs to look at the Indian cliff dwellings. They really are worth two hikes up and the threat of a lightning strike. There are 3 cave areas, 2 of them are pretty crumbled, and the third quite intact.
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My little bird relied upon her trace of Indian blood to make war whoops and hollers, and she made it clear that she was the only one qualified to do this.
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What a great, protected location for a house!

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We go NOWHERE without catching a lizard or frog.

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There were fried egg flowers everywhere!

Nobody fell off the cliff, and they remembered their rules regarding cliff hiking learned in Yosemite this spring, and we made it down with no mishaps.

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My beautiful baby girlie ran back and forth on this bridge over a creek tributary to the Gila River.

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We have encountered so many great bugs.

We are a day behind at this point because we were supposed to have stayed only one night in the Gila Wilderness, and we were to sleep in Canton, Texas tonight, but we didn’t make it that far. We drove through Las Cruces and saw the dramatic hills as it’s backdrop.
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We passed El Passo with it’s confusing overpasses and old, crumbling buildings mixed with the new, and there was a feel of collision as the 3 borders met rather uneasily. We got to see a lot of emergency vehicles hauling away car crash victims and their destroyed cars. We passed through desert ranch land, passed many red plateaus, saw a Texas tumbleweed. All very interesting.
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By now we are about 1/2 way through Treasure Island on audio book. Today The Lion slipped me the “black spot…” I fear my days are numbered.

By 10:00 pm the kids were about wild, so we stopped at a McDonalds with a playground packed with other kids, as well as the other bad parents who let their kids stay up that late to rub against germ-infested plastic tubes.
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I sat down to feed the Screamer and called out to my kids that they were not to yell in the play structure. There was an older woman sitting at my table, typing on her IPad, and she said, “Please don’t tell them to stop. I come here because I had a miscarriage, and I just want to think about what my baby would have sounded like. I am 53 and I am out of time and chances to hear this at home.” A lot of people would have found her to be rather creepy, but I completely got it. S
So tomorrow is July 4th, and I have managed to keep their outfits for the day clean! Tomorrow we get to see fireworks!
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Summer 2014 Road Trip Day 3

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We slept at Gila last night, and it was COLD all night long. Even with Bunny Boo and The Screamer snuggled around me all night, sweating up a storm, it was freezing. 

Upon waking, the kids immediately headed for the river to swim (morning bath?). The two girls from next door (10 and 4 years old) came wandering out to see what all the noise was, and the whole bunch of them fell in nicely and played together.
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Like I said, finding this campground was a great mistake, but a mistake, nonetheless. We had planned to stay within walking distance of the cliff dwellings, but without cell service or GPS, I had no way of knowing where we were or how close they were. So I gathered all 6 kids together, and we set out on foot to see what adventures we could drum up.
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Kiki wearing the food and water in my fancy new ring sling.

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We made it about a mile when we came upon a lovely swimming hole occupied by friendly natives, and so we stopped to play.
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While the kids played, I talked with the man sitting on the bank. He said he was the grandfather of the two boys playing in the river, and he brought them up from Deming for the weekend. They were his only two grand children, and likely would be, as he had only one son. He kind of rambled on, and I was glad because he had something important to say. He said something like, “My life is good, but there is a lot of sorrow in a good life. You know, I had two sons, and one died, and it was a good life, but I was so sad, and now I only have one. My wife got sick and I watched her die of cancer, and things were really hard. I was so sad. And you know, sometimes when you find a new wife, she doesn’t take your kids and grand kids on as her own, she rejects them, but my wife I married after watching my first wife die, she took care of my first grandson after he was born, like he was her own flesh and blood. That’s when you know life is really good. So it’s been hard, but it’s a good life I’ve lived.” Some other folks came to that little spot, and the grandfather shook hands with the man. They started to talk about mining copper and “molly” (molybdenum), and they both found they were truck drivers for the same mine. They talked about the effort to save the “Kneeling Nun” (http://southernnewmexico.com/Articles/Southwest/Grant/KneelingNunlegends.html) from destruction, and about their success in that effort. They were such interesting people!
I also discovered that we were not close enough to the cliff dwellings to walk, so we headed back, piled into the van, and made it to the cliff dwellings with a few hours to spare.
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We had just made it to the top of the cliffs when. The cliff keepers apologetically told us that a lightning storm was brewing, and we needed to get out of there as fast as we could. So down we went, trying to be cheerful, dragging The Lion, who was NOT trying to be anything but terribly grumpy, and we made it back to the van just as the first rain drops fell.
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By the time we got back to the camp site, hail was coming down hard, lightning and thunder were close, and the river was rising. It was a lot of excitement for one day, and I was really happy when the camp neighbors offered us spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. We ate dinner while the rain stopped, and I realized that I had not heard the kids in a while…like a creepy long time…and when I found them, it was at a secret, forrest den they had created, with an unlit camp fire…they were casting spells and catching frogs…I was told I was to stay away…my children have become wild, mythical creatures in just a day without civilization. I guess I’m okay with that.
And now, as I sit in my bed in the van, it is freezing cold once again. I’m buying another blanket tomorrow when we head out.
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Bugs making more bugs. There was a lot of this going on at this campground.

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Trip 2014 Day 2

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This morning we drove and drove and drove from Benson, AZ, to Gila National Forrest, NM. The kids had breakfast on a grocery store curb like the classy kids they are, and Kiki found some partially petrified pine sap. That kid finds great things wherever she goes!

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It is still really hot, but as we made it up into the mountains it got cooler and cooler, and more alpine than desert. Gila is at the tail end of the Rockies, and so,of course, it has some spectacular things to see. We took the rout through Deming (mostly because I missed the turn at 191 as I was deeply engrossed in Treasure Island, feeling smug because I had found it for free here https://librivox.org. The land is so flat just off the 20, and the wind kicks up dust devils like nobody’s business. I told the kids that they were tornadoes and they needed to watch them carefully for me in case they got too close to the road and killed us. That occupied them for an hour, and they were almost dead silent except when earnestly discussing whether one or the other were too close to the road. One day they’ll know I lied to them, and they’ll be okay with it.

They also pulled out their drawing books they had made from their Auntie. Kiki made sure she recorded the cactus and brush we were passing. There was a LOT of it.

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Our rout took us through such places as Silver City (Home of Memory Lane Cemetary and people who look like they could use some AC. But then the drive to Gila begins, and the heat dissipates, and it is only magical. The road twists on for 35 miles, but it curves so tightly, and the grade is simultaneously so steep that one must take it in 2nd gear, so it takes a good hour to get there. But on the way the views keep you occupied.

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We accidentally camped at Grapevine campground on a fork of the Gila River. Nothing is marked well there, whether it be roads or rivers or campgrounds. We were not disappointed with our mistake. The campground is free, and it is feet from the river. At that point in the river, it rushes at a good clip, so the water was not stagnate, but it was only a few feet deep, so kids who have any swimming skills can play in relative safety while watched from the person setting up camp.
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Kiki immediately found a neat bug.

My Birdie immediately found a neat bug.

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There was a family right next to our spot, and our kids immediately became fast friends. Our only trade-off at the free campground was the party going on next door until well past midnight, loud music blaring, blasting dirty words and dirty concepts into the wilderness. My kids had no clue what the words meant, but they hated the music within 5 minutes, and stayed in the river until dark to drown the noise. What made them finally decide to get out was Judah’s insistence that it was time to build a fire. He gathered sticks and wood from the creek bed, lit a match, and there was the fire!
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I still used my awesome little stove to cook baked beans on. I didn’t want to ruin my AllClad in a fire ring!
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It is really cold now. There is just no tropical temperature sweet spot here.
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Trip 2014 Day 1

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Today the kids and I started out on our trek across the country. We only have 32 days, and it just does not seem like long enough. I have tried to pass this off as a home school trip where we will learn, through visiting, all about American History. After all, this is an American history year and what better way to un-school than to take a trip? But really this trip is about getting away from a lot of stress that has built up for no good reason, in the monotony of life. We are shedding the skin of normalcy by doing something very normal – living life. We have simplified We have only the things we really need with us. We have packed so sparsely that we are able to sleep in the van. This means that we have left many comforts at home. This is our 7th interstate road trip with kids that involves more than 2 states, so we are pretty good at not over-packing by now. We do, after all, live in America, and we are a nation of materialists. If I forget something important, I can always pull into a Walmart for it.

I just wish Brandon could come with us for the entire trip.

I like to spend the first day getting as far away from home as possible. The kids are fresh and the saddle soreness has not set in. My grand plan was to drive 10 hours from San Diego to Gila National Forrest this  first day. However, we made it to Yuma before the kids really needed to run around, and we found this amazing water-front park to play at.

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It was only 112 (yes, 112) degrees, with a nice breeze blowing it, so basically the climate of a convection oven. The heat didn’t appear to bother the kids, though.

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I have promised them plenty of rivers on this trip, and rivers they will get. I hoping to do this trip on the cheap, paying for lodging as little as possible, and so rivers will be our baths. Girardia and malaria seem a small price to pay for a cheap trip.

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Brandon has given me a very specific and generous budget. As a goal-oriented person, I intend to pull into home having spent only ¾ of that. It’s an unrealistic goal.

It took me 2 hours to pull them away from this place, and so Gila was out of the question for that first day. I needed a free plan B, so we headed east of Tucson.

I looks like the wild west here. Wait, it IS the wild west here!

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And there is a road named after my baby. That was so nice of them to do for her!
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The town we stayed in Benson, is a pretty neat, tiny place. The park we found to play at, not so much. It wasn’t so much the multiple homeless folks hanging around the bathrooms, or the sort of weird, elderly folks wandering aimlessly around in ratty jeans, seeming to have nowhere to go, but not apparently out for a pleasant stroll. And it wasn’t really the fact that there were grown men playing on the play structure. What really made it a spectacular fail as a park was the kid in bright orange who had climbed a tree to retrieve a baby bird from a nest and proceeded to repeatedly throw it to the ground, breaking it’s wing, laughing the whole time, and cursing anyone who suggested he stop, the whole while proclaiming that he had no parents and lived by himself. I am not sure anyone doubted him, although he appeared very well cared for, and his clothes were spotless.

I think what really happened is we stepped into a Dr. Who episode. Except the Doctor never showed up to send the aliens away.

It was all so interesting, and we hung out as if we belonged until bed time.

That night, we lay peacefully in our sleeping places in the van, all was quiet and calm for about 10 minutes…and then Kiki said into the darkness…”I see bats.” Of course.

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The terror of choosing the “right” books for the job, and how I helped my kids love math once again

photo (3)Until I began schooling my own kids, I thought I hated math. I also thought I was not very good at it. I am unsure why I believed this about myself, but I did. I figured I could get my kids through their first few years of math and then I would do video courses or hire a tutor to help them muddle though until I could send them to community college for higher math. That was my solid plan.

And then I began to ask questions. I asked the smartest people I knew about math, and they were so happy to answer my questions and direct me to sites like the Kahn Academy and toward fun methods of learning math that made me realize something exciting. I am good at math. At least, I’m very good at traditional methods. And then I discovered something else. Math, like any subject, unless there is something else going on learning-wise, is all about methods of learning, and patience with oneself as one goes through the process of figuring out how to soak in the concepts. It’s not actually about memorizing math facts (although that is a huge part of what kids do in the younger grades). It’s about understanding what those math facts actually MEAN. And I do know what they mean. I just don’t really care if I remember what 9+8 = in under 3 seconds. I’m okay with thinking to myself, 9+1=10, and 8-1=7, and 7+10=17. It takes me longer, like 2 seconds longer, than the person who just memorized the fact, but I like my way better. I am confident in my way. It is not how my mother taught me, but it is my bullet-proof way. I like it.

When I was not confident in my math skills, I made a huge mistake. Rather than asking the aforementioned smart people which math method they found most helpful as a child, I asked other home school moms who were ALSO struggling through the math curriculum maze. Instead of asking people who knew, I asked those who knew about as much as I did. That is how I found Singapore Math. Just an aside, I’m not about bashing Singapore Math. I’m about bashing myself for not understanding my psychological math issues sooner and for giving in to fear, like trembling knight in the face of a fire-breathing dragon who runs away, and is made crispy and consumed. I had to gird up my loins, wield my sword, think straight, and go into battle with this clever for like the smart person I know I am. (I think a psychologist would call this “dealing with my issues,” but that sounds so boring and lame. I’d way rather use weapons and kill stuff like dragons! LOL!).

Singapore Math looked awesome. It uses number bonds for some things, and I discovered that I had been using number bonds since childhood without even knowing it. I felt kind of smart all of a sudden because Singapore math is supposedly smart. But the problem I had with the Singapore approach to math is that it does not allow a child to figure out math methods on their own, the way each thinks individually. Instead, it teaches several methods and requires that a child become competent with each, even if their minds do not comply with that particular method AND their minds have already fixed on another method that works nicely to get the same answer. Now, I am no math genius, but I do think that children are brilliant. I also think that once a kid figures out how to do, say addition, by a particular method, they stick with that method out of convenience. Minds work that way. So teaching a child math is nothing more than helping them figure out which method works best for them. This should take a few days of one-on-one work with a child, not several months of boring, tedius, minuscule step by minuscule step practice until one finally reaches the goal of addition…which said child already figured out on day 1 of the unit (again, unless there are some learning issues in the way). My little Bird skip counts her way through addition and multiplication somehow, and she also likes my mom’s “count back” method for addition. So she thinks, 9+8, well, 8 – count-back-1 = 7, so 17 and checks it by saying 8+9 = 8, 10, 12, 14, 16 and one more is 17. What the heck? It works for her.  This never worked for me. She loves both of these ways. Singapore didn’t teach this method. They didn’t teach The little Bird’s odd skip-counting method. They taught about 5 other methods that she didn’t see the point in wrapping her mind around. She already had a method that worked, so why change? She suddenly went from loving math to hating it. She hated number bonds. She had solved the 2nd-grade problem at age 5 in 2 seconds by her own method while using a single number bond for the same problem took her 10 minutes. It bored her to distraction. She didn’t see the point in it when her was is faster for her. And after struggling through 3 grades of Singapore, trusting that Singapore knew better that I, spending over an hour each day on math, dreading the next day because it contained math, I don’t see the point either. We’ve gone back to the math curriculum I learned from, the curriculum that took 3 of my mother’s children to Calculus and beyond. The curriculum that landed 4 of her children in respectable colleges, getting great grades, 2 ending up with several degrees beyond a bachelor’s degree, and all basically ending up with great jobs and fulfilling lives, the curriculum I cut my kindergartner’s math teeth on. We are back to Abeka.

While I was discussing my Singapore woes with my mother, she said something so simple. I was explaining my fears about traditional math programs, my concerns that maybe my kids would not do well in math if I didn’t use the latest and greatest, showing her the various weird, confusing methods Singapore kids use to figure out simple math facts, and she looked at me with a stern, kind of angry, look and said, “All of my children are brilliant and do amazing in math, even you, although you don’t know it, and *I* am terrible at math and taught it to you despite that, but traditional math gives you freedom to breathe. People just don’t like it because it is not the newest thing. You are causing my grandchildren to hate math and to be bad at it.”

My mother is always right.

I think there are probably a lot of home school kids who will thrive in Singapore. Maybe their mothers are far more math minded than I am and so can better explain the concepts that confused me. But it is not for me and it’s not for my kids. What I do know is that the moment my Abeka math books arrived, my children snapped from hating math to loving it – in one moment. I am not exaggerating. They hugged their books to them and ran to do several lessons without prompting. They love math. They just hate Singapore. They are amazing at math. They are just not amazing at the various Singapore methods.

I also believe Singapore Math-type curricula might be valuable in a large classroom where a teacher has to help children with many learning styles learn one subject, but can’ t possibly give one-on-one attention to each child, and there is little parent skill and/or involvement at home to help the process along. With a curriculum like Singapore, hopefully each child will recognize a method that works for him/her, and math happiness will be achieved in the end.

So lesson learned. It’s not about the curriculum you use in home school. It’s about finding the right book at the right time that teaches a particular child in the way they need to be taught. This is not necessarily an easy task! However, in my search for math books, I have found that there are really two categories of math out there: traditional math and new math. I don’t mean new math in the derogatory sense where 1+1 doesn’t equal 2, I mean new math like Singapore where you don’t memorize math facts, but instead memorize number bonds one day, cube sticks the next and number disks the next and then you somehow have to remember each of these methods for each math problem in a series in a work book and use each proficiently. And you are required to use the methods they way you are told to use them rather than use the one that jives best with your mind. I honestly believe that kids who really thrive on math may love new math methods. They may love the puzzle of figuring out 9+8 by seven different methods. My kids are not into math taking up their entire day like this. They like the traditional way where you just get it done the best way you know how and move on with life.

Now, many people have asked me, “Aren’t you worried about how they will do on standardized testing? You know that Singapore will help them score higher.” Huh? First of all, I don’t know that Singapore will make my child score higher. I actually doubt this statement. It makes no sense to me that a curriculum that causes my children to hate math will help them to score higher on some test of their arithmetic skills. Second, why would I have my child tested? I know how they are doing in math and language arts because I school them and supervise their lessons every single day. Why should I care to line the pockets of big business testing corporations by participating in state testing? Why would I put my kids through the stress of testing? How about this: you put your child into that testing room, and we’ll spend that time romping through the wild flowers in a peaceful valley, soaking in sunlight and breathing in the fresh air. Call me an unschooler, but when faced with two choices, 1.) to allow some large corporation to gather information about my child for the purpose of comparing him/her to others, and then selling that information to the government, and 2.) doing anything but allowing some large corporation to gather information about my child for the purpose of comparing him/her to others, and then selling that information to the government, I’ll choose the later. No thank you, testing. We’ll wait for SAT’s and college entrance exams, exams that may actually benefit my kids.

Now, I’m not saying that Abeka is the best curriculum for math. I expect that some kids will hate it. I am saying that it is worth a home school’s while to search until they find what their children love, even if it is not the most popular curriculum. Let your kid’s attitude toward the subject be your guide. They should not generally be bored or sad while working on a subject. They should be happy, challenged, and they should thrive.

So here’s the most valuable thing I’ve learned after home schooling 3 kids over the past 3 years: If your kid hates a school subject, you have the wrong curriculum. Plain and simple. Children are brilliant, and they love to learn. Here’s the next most valuable thing I’ve learned over the past 3 years: If school takes you more hours than the child’s grade level, you have the wrong curriculum. In other words, it shouldn’t take my child 5 hours to barely finish one day of school when she is only in the 3rd grade. It should take her absolutely no more than 3. These are my new home school rules to live by.

And with the dragon vanquished, all is peaceful and beautiful once again!

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