Trailwest Day Six: Native American Day (and the return)

Friday was our last full day of camp, so the schedule was loose to allow folks to repeat activities they had especially enjoyed. Daddy took this morning as an opportunity to revisit one of his old pastimes, fly fishing. The children enjoyed and hour of Kids Club, where they dressed up like Indians and learned about trapping and teepees, while I did a preemptive load of laundry and started packing.

While in the laundry room, I struck up a conversation with another guest about our associate pastor who is moving to her town (and, as it turns out, her church!) As I was describing how pastoral he was, I mentioned his care for my husband when I had a post-pardum health scare. Turns out she, too, had a serious cardiomyopathy after the delivery of her daughter, who is also named K. Crazy! She had never met anyone else with PCM, so we were able to compare notes.

The children and I had a leisurely morning by the pool and when Daddy returned we headed off to re-attempt the Mt. Princeton Hot Springs. This time the weather was gorgeous, but very windy. As Daddy & P were making the long walk to the top of the slide, my husband commented on the wind.

P, remembering something he had overheard during the hike replied, "Daddy, the wind is the voice of God."

A few minutes later my husband commented again on how the wind was blowing even stronger. P said, "Yea, Daddy, I think God is talking really loud now."

I couldn't resist asking P what he thought God was saying. "Do you think He is telling us He created all of this amazing world for us to enjoy?"

"No," he said, "I think God wants me to do the water slide some more."

The evening was spent saying our goodbyes. After the camp speaker wrapped up her talk, the children performed on stage. Again, R was non-participatory. He stood completely stoically in the center of the stage. Some things are just predictable.

The next morning the children slept in a bit, so we packed the car and loaded the children in their pajamas for the 2 hour drive back to Colorado Springs. We planned to visit the Air Force Academy, but K became very sick and we spent our 'extra time' on the side of the road in rural Colorado watching her vomit profusely. We did our best to clean her up with Purell wipes and

then went seeking somewhere to buy large ziplocs for her vomit covered clothes and blankie. I am sure whoever searched our bags at the airport was thrilled to find that little treat.

By the time we neared Colorado Springs, it was clear there was not much time for a sidetrip. We drove quickly through the Garden of the Gods, which was breathtaking. We made it to the airport 90 minutes before our flight, only to discover we'd been delayed an hour. As I said, some things are just predictable.