Business as Usual Here. What Are Your Plans?
Last night my husband Mike and I quietly welcomed 2011 in the comfort of our family room, me stretched out on the sofa and Mike in a leather recliner. We stayed up until 12:30! I am still recovering from my major stomach malady of earlier in the week so this is how I toasted the beginning of 2011:
Our daughter Tory and five of her friends reveled below stairs at our home, listening to music, talking, dancing, watching the ball drop on TV and playing Twister. The kids were noisy, then quiet, then noisy again. Typical teenagers.
While the three of us celebrated at home, our son Max and his many (20, at last count) buddies travelled to a friend’s Catskills home for fun in the cold and general revelry. Haven spoken to our son, I can assure you that no one was hurt or hospitalized before, during or after the festivities. Their Mad Men-themed party was deemed a success!
Now our Eagle Scout son and his good buddy Eagle Scout Sam and one of Sam’s summer trip-to-Alaska-to-freeze-his-butt-off-and-learn-how-to-survive buddies are driving to New Hampshire where they plan to spend five days hiking in the freezing, blowing wind and cold up some major (for the East Coast) mountains. Those of you who have been reading this blog for a year know that Max and Sam and their Eagle Scout buddy Oliver (who can’t make the hike this year since “I have to be back at school on Tuesday. And I hate freezing my butt off anyway!”) did a shorter, less-risky trip to the Catskills for a winter hiking adventure last year at this time (Camping with the Buds, No Not Beer).
Max and his two hiking buddies are pumped for this trip to the White Mountains. They packed and repacked, strategized and consulted maps. They claim they are ready to take on the mountain and return, safely. They will be out of cell phone and human range for days. I will be praying daily, perhaps hourly, for their safe return from this adventure. Would you like to join me?