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Oh, Pioneer!

My youngest packed her sleeping bag, tooth brush and rain coat, climbed onto the school bus and waved good-bye as she and her fellow 4th graders head for an over-night trip on the Oregon Trail.  Her class has been learning about the history of the pioneers for weeks and now they get a chance to pan for gold, churn butter and cook hamburgers on "hobo stoves".

My husband loves this kind of stuff so he's going as a Chaperone.  I'll be a trouper and stay behind in my cozy, warm house while they trudge around in the rain and cold.  Ah to be a pioneer!  I'm sure they're going to love it.  

I don't know how I missed it, but I just don't have the "camping" gene.  Or the, "I-don't-mind-that-there's-no-running-water" gene.  While growing up my family went camping.  My actual memories of it are blocked out, but I do have proof that it happened, there are pictures of me pouting in the campground.  No joke.  Me in my poufy orange coat with the fake white fur collar holding my large bouncy ball, looking at the ground and pouting.   "If you keep pouting I'm going to take your picture!" my mom would say.  *click*   My ridiculous behavior captured for future reference.

I can't wait to hear the stories of my families experience.  I will be thinking of them while I'm wearing my fuzzy slippers tonight.

(To read more about the program visit:  www.oregontrailods.com)

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2 comments:

  1. YAY! for the not camping gene. I don't know how our ancestors survived. I guess having an outhouse was a upgrade from the tree behind the shed? I'm also not a camper. flies? finding a restroom, being a woman and finding a restroom? sleeping on the ground? ick!

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  2. I don't have the camping gene either - but what a great opportunity for your little one. I wish our school did stuff like this!

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