
There were literally 12-14 boys from his school/from his grade going to this same Camp session. There's practically no way he can be homesick because he will be bumping into a familiar face at every turn.
On Friday, we hit the road and headed to Mt. Ida, Arkansas. We met up with 3 other families at the deluxe accommodations of the Royal Oak Inn. We pulled up to the scene you see below: a big parking lot party.


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We drove into the Mt. Ida town square and had dinner at a fabulous Tex-Mex place called El Diamante. Special-o-the-night: 3 crunchy Tacos, Rice and Beans $5.99. You cannot beat that! After dinner, we walked across the street to the Square to see an outdoor concert by the Front Porch Band. They were a bunch of grandpa's crooning out Johnny Cash and Motown tunes. We had a fabulous time and the kids got to cartwheel and somersault all across the lawn and play tag. It was great fun until the first kid cried and within 5 minutes 2 more were crying, "So and so hit me." and then it was "No, I tagged you, you are out!" That was the clue to call it a night.

So, here's how it went down - we pulled in the parking lot across from Camp about 10:45 am. They pointed you down a windy, dirt road and when you come to the car ahead of you - you put it in park and got out. We were car #18. We found out later that there are over 825 campers in this session. One of the largest sessions they've ever had. Yowza!
We then walked through the forest to the check-in area where they took the kids temperatures, checked them for head lice ( I wondered what they did if they actually found lice? Do you have to go home? I didn't ask) and gave us our cabin assignments.
Then we hung out around our cars until 1:00 pm when they opened the gates and the cars started rolling in... BIG FUN. You can see what happens next in the videos below:
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Oh, and on the four hour trip home, we had a major blow-out on the highway. Lost the tread on one tire and had to drive the last half of the trip home on the spare. Thankfully, one of our friends was trailing behind us on the road and pulled over to help Randy change the tire. I am just no good at those things... That's mens work, sugah!