Summer is flying by. It’s time again for Camp Aunt Betsy.
Here is her first report:
It’s that time again kids. It’s a classic CAB this year, with just the original campers, Mich and JZ. We’re calling it:
ROAD TRIP REDUX!!!
Everyone stop right now and say a small prayer to the automotive gods. We will be killing a fatted calf and burning the best portions on the driveway, pouring a Coke into a chasm somewhere – whatever it takes to keep the Volvo running.
That said, we’re heading to the beach town of Santa Cruz (old beach boardwalk/surfing town) and then all the way down the coast (well, not ALL the way) to the Hearst Castle.
Beforehand we will chill a little in San Fran (Mich with a friend from her stint in the Dominican Republic – yeah, the kid’s got the life) and maybe even an overnight at Johnny C’s crib. It was just 2 years ago that he made a guest appearance for CAB. Now he’s a magnificent young man, with a bilingual vocabulary. Most of the words are food related, which proves that he’s one of us. Uncle Paul is really trying to teach him to say “mouth feel.” Don’t tell Joe and Lena.
But I digress.
Here in Bodega, I’m working on access to what’s been billed as a world-class blackberry patch. So far I haven’t made actual contact. This qualifies as stress for a CAB counselor. I will crack it though, have no fear.
Well, the kids are in the air, and I’ve got snack packs to assemble. Just wanted to check in with you all.
Kisses and slams from CAB, AB