Vada and I arrived at camp on Friday evening, around 9PM. We had rented a cabin, which was cheaper than a hotel room and closer to Jasmine. Since pick up was at 9 AM this was a perfect option for us. The camp itself is pretty far from anything and by staying we were also able to eat breakfast in the morning with the whole camp, which was pretty cool too. I refrained from taking pictures during breakfast because I didn't want to overly embarrass Jasmine. I figured she saw the camera and if she wanted me to take certain pictures, she would ask me to.
After breakfast, Jasmine said her good byes to her newly made friends, counselor and then to her bed and cabin. We got on the road only to stop for a french vanilla cappuccino for me and a morning icee for her. I wanted to make as much progress on the road as I could. I really wanted to get home. I did have plans to stop for some "squeeky cheese". Truthfully, I had stopped on the way up that prior Sunday and then I grabbed a bag the night before. Needless to say, I may have to "deal" with serious stomach issues later because of it. Anyway, I wanted to go to one of the attraction type places with the girls, just because we were in Wisconsin and could. I found a good cheese store just a couple of hours from camp where Jasmine was gracious enough to try on a cheese hat and pose with her sister and an over sized fiber glass cow. She's a good girl with plenty of photo-op training under her belt.
We had lunch at the Illinois Machine Shed (I didn't even know there was one.) where Jasmine and Vada had some fun bonding time before our lunch came and this is also where Vada found and lost her first "love".
|I took these with my cell which had a dead battery and no flash but I thought that they were sweet so I had to share them.|
Anyway, after lunch we got back on the road. Once we were finally home we hung out outside. Vada and I laid on a blanket while Jasmine showed us all of her new, fun cheers that she had learned and then her and I played some "racket ball"-our version. I have missed her so much. While I am thrilled that she had an amazing time at CFS I am even more thrilled to have her home again. She felt taller, older and even wiser in my bear grip of a hug! I am glad that she had this experience and I know that next year, for her will be even better and for me it'll be a little easier!