Regardless of how I feel about the name “Chester’s Party Barn” (admit it, that so does not sound like an appropriate place for little kids…or me for that matter), that is where Jack’s Pre-K class ventured on their very first field trip.
The parents were asked to come along as well, so I loaded up my camera, lined up behind the school bus and 50 other cars, and off we went.
“Chester’s Party Barn” is located out in the sticks. Literally it was down dirt road after dirt road. And somehow along the way I got lost.
How I lose a big yellow school bus and 50 other cars is beyond me, but I did.
Stick me in a crowded city with road signs and I’m fine. But lead me down dirt roads surrounded by farms, and you might as well blind-fold me.
I digress. So, eventually (after having to ask for directions not once, but twice), I made it.
And despite the weather being crummy, the kids had a blast.
And afterwards, miraculously, we all (including myself – although I was 2 miles short of running completely out of gas) found our way home.