Law Students

Many moons ago I made T's flight reservations for her anticipated summer trip. When the confirmation popped up on the screen, it noted the length of trip: 68 days and 67 nights. I smiled to myself at the ridiculous notion of such a long trip and figured there had been a mistake. Then I realized that was precisely how long my girl was going to be away from me. Had I really blessed such a trip?

We are now more than half way through those 68 days. I've missed her, but I've been comforted by knowing that she is spending her summer at her favorite place in the world, a small camp in the state of Washington. Even better, I am finally in Washington myself, in the middle of a 48 hour visit with my sweetie, and with our other family members who live in this lovely place.

At T's invitation, tonight I spend the night at camp with her and the other teenagers who manage to essentially run the camp with little adult intervention. There is talk of a double feature drive-in, too, Hancock - followed by Wanted. Little other than spending time with T could convince me to head to a drive-in with a gaggle of teenagers, followed by a night in a place that requires lots of bug spray.

Catch ya' on the other side.

Full post as published by Just Playin on July 27, 2008 (boomark / email).