Those who know me well know that I love to plan things. There are times when it is not a positive trait. But even Kevin admits that my obsession with research comes in handy when we travel. Well, he doesn't complain about it as much.
I am determined to expose the kids to different and unique experiences--especially when we travel. I dig through websites, travel guides, and more in an attempt to find things that we will all enjoy. And, with any luck, the kids will learn something along the way.
But in many ways I am all about the experience. The experiences are what I remember from vacations I took with my family when I was young. Stopping at a fruit stand along the side of the road (definitely not an interstate) and eating fresh peaches that my grandpa sliced with his pocketknife. Taking a train up Mount Washington in New Hampshire. And years later, my father driving up the same mountain in the family station wagon and then the overheating brakes as we had to go down the mountain. And those are the types of things I want my kids to remember.
So last summer when we went to Kentucky I found an old fashioned soda fountain where we had lunch one day. The girls still talk about how much fun it was. I've found a similar place for us to eat this summer when we're on vacation. But I was looking for more. And I think I've found it. We're renting a townhouse on one of the sea islands in South Carolina. So crabbing seemed like a great idea. I had a vague idea of what we would need. A net. Some lead weights. String. Chicken necks for bait. I was fine with all of this. Chicken necks seem lot easier to handle than the worms when we went fishing a couple of weeks ago.
But tonight I found more detailed instructions. And evidently the chicken necks (or parts as the instructions called them) should be hot and stinky. That just has me written all over it. Because nothing says a good time like hot stinky chicken parts.
Maybe I'll rethink our plans.
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