Last camping trip of the year, sniff. We headed off to Stagecoach State Park in Oak Creek with a set of grandparents in their RV. It was glorious weather, 70s by day, 30s by night. I love when you need the fire to survive. It feels more primal, even tho we had a camper to retire to in desperate times. We explored, and made mud, and fished, and wandered through so many ecosystems.
One of this week’s highlights was a rainy trip to Matthews/Winters Park, where we found all kinds of moss and lichen to ID. There were also baby snails everywhere, and the discussion about where they came from included some fairy input from the younger group members. Follow-up research on snails proved that they hatch from eggs and wasn’t quite as magical, but very explanatory. We then searched unsuccessfully for snail eggs in the water. We also ID’d some bittercress, but based on the water’s dirtiness, decided not to eat that one.
We kicked off our Wildling groups this week. The Monday crew made slime + an insane obstacle course, plus the usual social play + mayhem of volume. Wilder’s gravel slime was the most popular, even if it was an accidental addition. On Wednesday, there was whittling, carving + fort-building outdoors with an entirely new group of enthusiastic kiddos. Looks like it’ll be two fun groups this semester!
It ended up being 103º while we were out picking veg in the fields on a hayride with no cover. But because we went so much earlier in the season than our usual jaunts, we got entirely different produce!
My favorite part was when Dave, our tour guide, asked the kids to stand in two lines. The kids all looked at each other, confusedly, and then needed more instruction while they shuffled around with eventual success. Homeschoolers don’t really line up for anything outside of shopping.
Slow week at home due to illness. Apparently traveling helps you catch colds before you even realize that cold season has begun, and so it has for us. Booo. Somebody felt decent enough to fish by Wednesday, after spending his congested time crafting a tiny fishing pole from the full-scale one that broke in Kansas. Caught nothing, but felt good to get out. Then we tentatively hit a trail together, and that felt good too. Colds officially on the mend, and we had time at home to do some reading + projects.
Add to this that most of our homeschool crew is flung wide – the closest families are 7 minutes away by car, the furthest 30ish minutes – and the restrictions of Covid, and it’s easy to see why we haven’t expanded our family network for a while. It’s also painful to look at directly, that shiny hole where (I feel) people should be.
Five different species of butterflies were spied (capture was attempted but unsuccessful) on our hikes, and two kinds of tadpoles were fished from Brush Creek there. Rosetta also caught a baby garter snake, which her cousins had never held before.
This week, we moved my parents into the Westminster home they’ll share with my youngest sister. The kids moved boxes, rearranged furniture + pulled down wallpaper. We’re excited to be able to see grands without skipping town for a week each trip, and it should free up some actual vacation space.