We had great plans over the Fourth for a road trip to Jenny's Lake, a ferry ride, and then hike to the falls. We had books on tape and car games and were ready to roll. Two hours late as usual, but still ready to roll. To save time I grabbed some green drink at the grocery store instead of stopping for breakfast. Nutritious, fast, yummy...what could go wrong? The Little People did not drink, they guzzled. About the time we hit the summit it became apparent a storm was brewing. The groans started in the back of the bus and quickly spread. Steve pulled off the road. Kids poured out of the van, lining up by the fence, all doubled over. Sir Matt was not so lucky. He was covered in green drink that didn't look or smell so yummy any more. I stripped him down, grabbed some bottled water, and gave him an impromptu shower on the highway. Cars stopped. Passenger van spewing sick children is always a tourist attraction. The Man did his best to ward them off.
No one was begging for three more hours of driving. Surprise. A memory of a small sign in a town nearby flashed through my mind. Ice caves. Let's go find them. We did! They were amazing! A park, a water fight, and a railroad museum topped it off. We spent the afternoon an hour from home and still a world away. All's well that ends well!!!
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