My boys took off today for their 5 day Float Plane Adventure Trip to Canada. John and his friend Brian have been planning this Father/Son trip for almost a year now. They are going up to a place John went about 2 years ago.
Here's the plane they'll be taking. Apparently this gentleman built it himself using LOTS of duct tape (right up Zack's alley) and there are signs posted all over the plane that say things like "not certified to carry passengers" or "this plane has not been certified by the Canadian government" or the ever popular "Passengers fly at their own risk!" Now when John went 2 years ago, I really didn't think to much about it - I mean after all he's a grown up, he's capable of saving himself and if he isn't well.... Hmmmm... his choice. BUT... this time he's taking MY BABY out on this rickety bucket of bolts, on this death-trap from hell on the duct tape express... Say WHAT? Are you FREAKING CRAZY?
This is where they are going... podunk Canada. No electricity, no Xbox, no Ipad - I'm not sure Zack knows what he's getting himself into.
I'm not sure Mom knows what she's gotten herself into. This is the first time Zack has ever left me for longer than a sleepover. :o( I've left him and gone places, but now the tables are turned and I find visions of bears, hatchets and child eating lake fish dancing in my head. I find I'm ending each of my texts with either -
Please don't let a bear eat Zack or Please don't get eaten by a bear!
Lord save me from myself.
