estherhead
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- Dec 28, 2004
Despite our hunger we decided to press on and go to Sherman. You know this is flat out against my rules to continue the vacation past people enjoying themselves. However we didn't feel there were too many options. We were staying at Montecito lodge where dinner is included and it wouldn't be served yet. And to turn around and get food was a long drive. So Donald said we were pressing on and it's good for kids to learn you have to deal with adversity sometimes and continue to have a cheery attitude. I prefer to not teach these lessons on my vacation, but agreed there was little choice this day.
So to General Sherman we went. As we got out of the car Boo continued her brattiness and Donald hung back to explain a few things to her. I'm not sure what transpired but when they met up with us halfway down the trail she was happy as a lark and going on and on about seeing a turtle. Sometimes a little Daddy attitude adjustment is just what the doctor ordered.
Here is the turtle:
Do you see the brick pattern where Donald is standing? That is the base of the Sherman tree. That is a BIG tree.
Can you see Ariel's green jacket?
I am including the picture below because I love you all and you deserve to see it. But I HATED this pic. And I have lost 9 lbs since it was taken just 2 months ago. I used my hatred for it as my inspiration.
This walk and viewing of the General Sherman tree was with the nicest tourists I have ever encountered. Mostly German, Australian, and American they were delightful. Friendly, laughing, having a wonderful time, offering to take other family's pictures. It was as if we were all on the same giant tour bus.
This I am sure is also a terrible photo of me but the tree is so big that to get a picture of it the girl had to stand so far away you can barely see us. And the whole tree is STILL not in the picture.
How many of us would it take to give the General Sherman a hug? To be tree huggers of this tree? A LOT, lot more of us:
Then we hiked back up the hill and everyone enjoyed a turtle ride.
Attitude Adjusted:
And with that we had all had more than enough. And were near faint. Into the car we hopped and off we went. There is a lot of road work in Seqouia and we quickly found ourselves at another long red light. To our left was a swampy area and Donald said the whole time we sat there:
"Do you guys see that creature? I can't tell what it is." And then he guessed all kinds of things. Well I never could see the creature, try as I might. And then someone of us, maybe Mulan, said, "I think this swamp is a dammed." And that's when it hit us: it was a BEAVER! None of us have ever seen a beaver and so we were all VERY interested in seeing it and tried even harder. You know how the person who has it view describes and points "It's there near the brown log with the green, there! Do you see it?" and of course the ENTIRE area is all one giant brown log with green?
And then the light turned green. So Donald has seen a beaver, a nice long view of a beaver on it's dam. And I haven't. Dam.
And then we were at Montecito Lake Lodge. It was only 5:10. But to us it was 8:10. And dinner wasn't until 6:00/9:00. Ugh. I felt like a city slicker as we had to drag all of our giant suitcases in to de-bear them instead of just our backpacks like I had planned. But there was no helping it. I didn't want bears hurting our rental car. You have no idea how much luggage a family with winter coats, hats, and scarves AND Disney shorts, ears, and flipflops has.
Our room and the whole lodge had a decidedly summer camp feel. I LOVED it. Wish we'd had two nights instead of just the one.
Once all our things had been dragged in, I made myself immediately comfortable.
Boo played with her toys and this big bad boy:
After about 20 minutes, we went ahead and headed downstairs to play games and await dinner.
Dinner was served in two rooms, a cafeteria feel room, only way cozier. And a ski-lodge feel game room. We chose the ski-lodge room and proceeded to enjoy ourselves.
While Boo made herself comfortable with the blocks, the big girls and I headed outside to see the view. There was a couple from Pennsylvania also out there who really loved to chitchat. Donald came out for a moment but could see it wasn't his scene (NOT into stranger chitchatting, even though he's good at it.) But under the pool were these two deer:
And they were funny to watch. So even though I was a bit cranky I let the lady tell me her life story (the key to stranger chitchat is to just keep asking THEM questions and let them do 100% of the work) while I enjoyed the clean air and entertainment.
Then Mulan and I decided to play Foosball and had a fierce battle. It was very close, but I pulled it off and beat her. She's 11. I never just let her win.
Pretty soon they put some biscuits out and they were GOOD biscuits. Cheddar. And that took the edge off. So we played a little Euchre and enjoyed some biscuits. Boo played away.
After a delicious dinner of chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, broccoli (oh my this broccoli was GOOD) full salad bar, fish, and quinoa (none of us had this, we've tried quinoa a zillion ways and just don't like it) we just enjoyed the people watching. None of the tourists here were foreign. They were all solidly British Empire. It was odd. How did the English, Australians, and Americans know to come here and the Germans, French, and others not? It was odd. Maybe only British empire people like summer camps?
A little boy named Trenton started playing with Boo and the trains. How do I know his name was Trenton? It got yelled a lot. Trenton was no so good with the sharing. Boo can be a turkey, but when she is playing with strangers she is very good and cooperative. But Trenton didn't care. He was a crazy train/block enthusiast and having a cooperative partner was not helpful. The only thing that would have been ok is if Boo did not exist.
Well, that didn't take us long to get tired of. So we finished up our Euchre game and decided to head out to the hot tub. I was SO tired but Donald thought it would be relaxing to go hot tubbing in the cold and then participate in the outdoor campfire. So off we went. Everyone thoroughly enjoyed the hot tub except me. It was a lovely temperature and the cool outdoor temperature made it seem even better. Plus the view and the smell of the trees. It should have been blissful. But Boo had been bad all day. From crying randomly for no reason, to stepping in the rotten fruit, to her bratty behavior after Moro Rock. I realize she had been good too. But the bad overwhelmed the good for me this day and her bratty, spoiled behavior continued in the hot tub. And I was tired and had no tolerance. So I didn't enjoy it. I just wanted to kill her.
We then wrapped up in our coverups and towels and went and sat by the campfire. It was a little cold for being wet and everyone else around the campfire was in jackets and jeans, but it wasn't bad and I knew had we gone up to our room to change, we wouldn't come back.
Bizarrely our camp director's REAL name given to him by his parents was Yogi. I'm not joking. He had a name badge and everything. Who names their kid Yogi? He was probably in his late 20's and was BORN to be a camp director. Fun, outdoorsy, he had a steel guitar, and knew a lot about trees. I really like Yogi.
Also around the campfire was our friends from PA and a nice family from Oklahoma. Yogi had to step away for a moment and we were left with a REALLY geeky counselor and his girlfriend. I have no problem with geeks however geeks who know NOTHING and just pretend to drive me crazy. And this particular geek when left in charge decided to school us in Sequoia knowledge. Of which he had none. Seeing that you are sitting there with a group of people who have spent all day looking at and reading up on this subject, you probably should check your facts before spouting off. Even the children were trying to politely correct his geyser of incorrect information.
Finally after what seemed WAY longer than it probably was, Yogi was back with the s'mores ingredients and song books for the singalong. Yea for Yogi!
We enjoyed our s'mores (not me, I'm not a huge fan but Boo is a HUGE fan) and I enjoyed watching this 8 year old who didn't like graham crackers trying to make a s'more from a toasted marshmallow and 2 hershey bar halves. In theory this should make a sandwich. In reality it makes a total disaster that covers you in sticky marshmallow and chocolate and drives your neat and tidy Oklahoma mother NUTS. Not my kid and therefore amusing.
And then Yogi handed out songbooks and directed us to a Land called Hannalee. Boo wasn't familiar with Puff and that made me happy as forever more that song will be linked in her head with this trip and when she hears it it will bring back vivid memories. Love that.
This was really fun and I wished we could stay but by this time it was past midnight in my head, I'd had limited sleep the night before, and I was FREEZING. And so we had to go. I think the group was sad at our departure as we can keep a group on key pretty well and poor Yogi was not too good at the staying on key. Pretty sure the singing quality got a bit more inconsistent after our departure.
I went to take a shower and got Boo cleaned as well. Mulan was to do her hair while I dried off. But Boo continued her reign of terror and finally Donald had had enough and Boo was confined to her bed in absolute silence watching the Chipmunks with headphones. I'm glad she didn't disobey and try to get out of bed or talk as I think Donald may have given her what was coming. Perhaps she was well aware and thus kept her little mouth shut.
My next task was to sort through the bear issues. But the wonderfully huge closet had no light and so was pitch dark cave. I quickly gave it up till morning and collapsed into bed. Thank the LORD.
Had I not been tired and hungry for almost half of this day, it would have been spectacular. As it was, it was fantastic. Just one tiny notch below spectacular.
So to General Sherman we went. As we got out of the car Boo continued her brattiness and Donald hung back to explain a few things to her. I'm not sure what transpired but when they met up with us halfway down the trail she was happy as a lark and going on and on about seeing a turtle. Sometimes a little Daddy attitude adjustment is just what the doctor ordered.
Here is the turtle:
Do you see the brick pattern where Donald is standing? That is the base of the Sherman tree. That is a BIG tree.
Can you see Ariel's green jacket?
I am including the picture below because I love you all and you deserve to see it. But I HATED this pic. And I have lost 9 lbs since it was taken just 2 months ago. I used my hatred for it as my inspiration.
This walk and viewing of the General Sherman tree was with the nicest tourists I have ever encountered. Mostly German, Australian, and American they were delightful. Friendly, laughing, having a wonderful time, offering to take other family's pictures. It was as if we were all on the same giant tour bus.
This I am sure is also a terrible photo of me but the tree is so big that to get a picture of it the girl had to stand so far away you can barely see us. And the whole tree is STILL not in the picture.
How many of us would it take to give the General Sherman a hug? To be tree huggers of this tree? A LOT, lot more of us:
Then we hiked back up the hill and everyone enjoyed a turtle ride.
Attitude Adjusted:
And with that we had all had more than enough. And were near faint. Into the car we hopped and off we went. There is a lot of road work in Seqouia and we quickly found ourselves at another long red light. To our left was a swampy area and Donald said the whole time we sat there:
"Do you guys see that creature? I can't tell what it is." And then he guessed all kinds of things. Well I never could see the creature, try as I might. And then someone of us, maybe Mulan, said, "I think this swamp is a dammed." And that's when it hit us: it was a BEAVER! None of us have ever seen a beaver and so we were all VERY interested in seeing it and tried even harder. You know how the person who has it view describes and points "It's there near the brown log with the green, there! Do you see it?" and of course the ENTIRE area is all one giant brown log with green?
And then the light turned green. So Donald has seen a beaver, a nice long view of a beaver on it's dam. And I haven't. Dam.
And then we were at Montecito Lake Lodge. It was only 5:10. But to us it was 8:10. And dinner wasn't until 6:00/9:00. Ugh. I felt like a city slicker as we had to drag all of our giant suitcases in to de-bear them instead of just our backpacks like I had planned. But there was no helping it. I didn't want bears hurting our rental car. You have no idea how much luggage a family with winter coats, hats, and scarves AND Disney shorts, ears, and flipflops has.
Our room and the whole lodge had a decidedly summer camp feel. I LOVED it. Wish we'd had two nights instead of just the one.
Once all our things had been dragged in, I made myself immediately comfortable.
Boo played with her toys and this big bad boy:
After about 20 minutes, we went ahead and headed downstairs to play games and await dinner.
Dinner was served in two rooms, a cafeteria feel room, only way cozier. And a ski-lodge feel game room. We chose the ski-lodge room and proceeded to enjoy ourselves.
While Boo made herself comfortable with the blocks, the big girls and I headed outside to see the view. There was a couple from Pennsylvania also out there who really loved to chitchat. Donald came out for a moment but could see it wasn't his scene (NOT into stranger chitchatting, even though he's good at it.) But under the pool were these two deer:
And they were funny to watch. So even though I was a bit cranky I let the lady tell me her life story (the key to stranger chitchat is to just keep asking THEM questions and let them do 100% of the work) while I enjoyed the clean air and entertainment.
Then Mulan and I decided to play Foosball and had a fierce battle. It was very close, but I pulled it off and beat her. She's 11. I never just let her win.
Pretty soon they put some biscuits out and they were GOOD biscuits. Cheddar. And that took the edge off. So we played a little Euchre and enjoyed some biscuits. Boo played away.
After a delicious dinner of chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, broccoli (oh my this broccoli was GOOD) full salad bar, fish, and quinoa (none of us had this, we've tried quinoa a zillion ways and just don't like it) we just enjoyed the people watching. None of the tourists here were foreign. They were all solidly British Empire. It was odd. How did the English, Australians, and Americans know to come here and the Germans, French, and others not? It was odd. Maybe only British empire people like summer camps?
A little boy named Trenton started playing with Boo and the trains. How do I know his name was Trenton? It got yelled a lot. Trenton was no so good with the sharing. Boo can be a turkey, but when she is playing with strangers she is very good and cooperative. But Trenton didn't care. He was a crazy train/block enthusiast and having a cooperative partner was not helpful. The only thing that would have been ok is if Boo did not exist.
Well, that didn't take us long to get tired of. So we finished up our Euchre game and decided to head out to the hot tub. I was SO tired but Donald thought it would be relaxing to go hot tubbing in the cold and then participate in the outdoor campfire. So off we went. Everyone thoroughly enjoyed the hot tub except me. It was a lovely temperature and the cool outdoor temperature made it seem even better. Plus the view and the smell of the trees. It should have been blissful. But Boo had been bad all day. From crying randomly for no reason, to stepping in the rotten fruit, to her bratty behavior after Moro Rock. I realize she had been good too. But the bad overwhelmed the good for me this day and her bratty, spoiled behavior continued in the hot tub. And I was tired and had no tolerance. So I didn't enjoy it. I just wanted to kill her.
We then wrapped up in our coverups and towels and went and sat by the campfire. It was a little cold for being wet and everyone else around the campfire was in jackets and jeans, but it wasn't bad and I knew had we gone up to our room to change, we wouldn't come back.
Bizarrely our camp director's REAL name given to him by his parents was Yogi. I'm not joking. He had a name badge and everything. Who names their kid Yogi? He was probably in his late 20's and was BORN to be a camp director. Fun, outdoorsy, he had a steel guitar, and knew a lot about trees. I really like Yogi.
Also around the campfire was our friends from PA and a nice family from Oklahoma. Yogi had to step away for a moment and we were left with a REALLY geeky counselor and his girlfriend. I have no problem with geeks however geeks who know NOTHING and just pretend to drive me crazy. And this particular geek when left in charge decided to school us in Sequoia knowledge. Of which he had none. Seeing that you are sitting there with a group of people who have spent all day looking at and reading up on this subject, you probably should check your facts before spouting off. Even the children were trying to politely correct his geyser of incorrect information.
Finally after what seemed WAY longer than it probably was, Yogi was back with the s'mores ingredients and song books for the singalong. Yea for Yogi!
We enjoyed our s'mores (not me, I'm not a huge fan but Boo is a HUGE fan) and I enjoyed watching this 8 year old who didn't like graham crackers trying to make a s'more from a toasted marshmallow and 2 hershey bar halves. In theory this should make a sandwich. In reality it makes a total disaster that covers you in sticky marshmallow and chocolate and drives your neat and tidy Oklahoma mother NUTS. Not my kid and therefore amusing.
And then Yogi handed out songbooks and directed us to a Land called Hannalee. Boo wasn't familiar with Puff and that made me happy as forever more that song will be linked in her head with this trip and when she hears it it will bring back vivid memories. Love that.
This was really fun and I wished we could stay but by this time it was past midnight in my head, I'd had limited sleep the night before, and I was FREEZING. And so we had to go. I think the group was sad at our departure as we can keep a group on key pretty well and poor Yogi was not too good at the staying on key. Pretty sure the singing quality got a bit more inconsistent after our departure.
I went to take a shower and got Boo cleaned as well. Mulan was to do her hair while I dried off. But Boo continued her reign of terror and finally Donald had had enough and Boo was confined to her bed in absolute silence watching the Chipmunks with headphones. I'm glad she didn't disobey and try to get out of bed or talk as I think Donald may have given her what was coming. Perhaps she was well aware and thus kept her little mouth shut.
My next task was to sort through the bear issues. But the wonderfully huge closet had no light and so was pitch dark cave. I quickly gave it up till morning and collapsed into bed. Thank the LORD.
Had I not been tired and hungry for almost half of this day, it would have been spectacular. As it was, it was fantastic. Just one tiny notch below spectacular.