Later this morning, I'm heading to the airport to begin my day-long journey across the country. I'm very excited about going to camp and have high hopes for tough workouts and fun times. Camp rumors are flying around like crazy....90 mile bike ride....50 degree water....pajama pancake party? Yes, I promise to blog the highs and lows as best I can.
In the meantime, I am faced with the prospect of leaving the fuzzballs at home. They've watched me packing the last few days and they are certain
that they are going too. They will be in for a bit of a disappointment. I get to look at sad faces like this until then.
"I ken fit in yer bikes box, yes?"
"We wud be fun at camp two!"
"Max, she isn't really leaving is she?"
"Just keep her fetching and maybe she'll forget."
Please keep your fingers and paws crossed that Fiona makes the journey safely to Florida. It's my first time flying a bike and I have heard excellent things about Southwest (already our favorite airline) and bicycles, so I'm hopeful!