![]() ![]() Ok, wait, we’ve already determined I am crazy so I guess delusional isn’t much of a stretch. I wanted to leave Tampa on Friday morning and return Sunday night.Īnd not spend thousands of dollars in the process. So call me crazy but…I didn’t need want to spend 3 nights in either location. Why were they in 2 different states? Sigh…we’ll have to have a few cocktails one day to get to that story.Īnyway, for anyone that has ever tried to get a hotel during a camp visiting day weekend, you know the rates are usually at least double and, oh, there are 3 night minimum stays. And while I was divorced by the time my kids started going to camp, the alternate days for us were especially important because of the distance between the two camps. ![]() Side note: Both camps had an “alternate” visiting day on Sunday, mostly for divorced parents who didn’t want to share the few hours with their children. Seriously, why should anything in life ever be simple? It’s so much more “interesting” to be challenged by these kind of logistics right? Why? Well, we need to go back to the summer of 2003 when my daughter spent her first of many summers at a sleep away camp in the Poconos and my son went to one in the Berkshires…2 states and 3 mountain ranges away…and, of course, his visiting day was the same day as hers. My husband reads our local newspaper every day as part of his two hour morning ritual and will sometimes leave articles on our kitchen counter for me to read that he thinks I should see, including the occasional obituary.Ī few weeks ago I found this one, circled and with arrows pointing to the specific article of interest…
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