Greetings from Penticton, sisters!
Last week I posted that summer and I were going to rumble. And we have. I packed up the car, filled it to the roof with coolers, a trashy novel (no, not 50 Shades of Grey), luggage and kids and headed down the highway on a quest for summertime fun.
The great thing about traveling in a car with no agenda and no desire for a time record was that we could stop when we wanted to and we did, creating memories as we moseyed. We took pictures in the mountains and lunched by a lake. Having four daughters is an excuse for me to be a child again and I take full advantage of it. Every year we pass by a B.C. attraction called the Enchanted Forest. I've always wanted to stop but never fit it into the schedule, so this year it made the list. As we approached the sign, I became more excited while the older girls groaned. Really, who wouldn't want to wander through an enchanted forest filled with creepy garden gnomes?
Six days in, I have finished my allotted trashy novel, climbed a rock wall, raced in go-karts, jumped on a spider mat, owned the mini golf course, swum late at night in the pool and jumped in the lake. I still have the ghost town and the log barn to cross off before we head home. Here I am, steadily knocking off my summertime to do's.
