While summer is hot, and the kids run free, the days are limited. But summer also opens a time in our calendar year to take vacations and venture out on family adventures. Every year, before school starts, our family goes out on an adventure.
Too soon will the time we have to spend with our children while they are young be gone. When they are older, they won’t be home for the summers. Weekend visits and holiday vacations will feel too rushed.
It’s unfair, the children tell me, that they have to go back to school in the middle of August while several parents are thinking it unfair they don’t get ten weeks off in a row to enjoy their days with each other.
So, we do what everyone else does, we make the best of the time we are given. We plan or spontaneously take off on an adventure.
When life gives you roller coasters, ride them. It’s what we’ve done for more years to count. A tradition of adventures, from this amusement park to another, we take the rides, the food, the sights absorbing the adventure. Someday I’ll tell my grand-kids how their father rode the Phoenix at Knoebels only to exclaim he’d never do it again, then years later got right back on. I’ll think of how terrified my youngest was to go into the darkness of the Laff Trakk at Hershey Park and came out laughing as the name of the ride said.
On rainy days, I’ll tell the stories of when we sat in a tent while it rained and the pot we sat between us to catch the drip of rain while we played cards and waited for it to stop. For the time we hiked the Pennsylvania Grand Canyon in rain slickers and thunder rumbling overhead. Who could forget the time we stayed in a Victorian bed and breakfast for New Years to keep our family together. And so many more that come to mind.
When the days are quiet, I think of what new fun we’ll have on the days the kids are home. I’ve a planner filled with ideas waiting for the children to vote.
The world is filled with uncharted territories and places waiting for us to discover them. How and when we get there, only God knows. It’s not about what takes us there or why we went, it’s about remembering the people we took alongside us.
As a child I grew up on a large dairy farm in central Pennsylvania. There aren’t many adventures you can take outside of the farm, but even a Sunday drive is worth taking if you’re up for an adventure.
Where will take your family next? Lead the way!