Road trip with Cole, Houston and the Welshman

So now that camp is finished:

1) Road trip with Cole, Houston and the Welshman - Leaving Colorado Sept 7th! Heading to Las Vegas & the Grand Canyon

We leave in a little more than 2 weeks and are still working on transportation.  We need a lot more room than the Volvo offers.  Cole uses a wheel chair, he has Muscular Dystrophy, Houston is a 65 pound therapy dog, and the Welshman is no pixie.  A friend had offered up his van but then could not make it happen at the last minutes.  So I think we might need to rent a small SUV.  It will cost close to $400 so if there is anyone out there who could loan us a van, can get a discount at a rental place or give up frequent flier points for the rental, anything! to help us out that would be fantastic! Give ma a call!

My amazing friends Maurizia and Natalie are working on some accommodations in Las Vegas for us.  Thank you ladies!!  You ROCK!

Learn more about Muscular Dystrophy: http://mda.org/

                                                            Cole at Camp Prom

                                                                         Houston

                                                                   Tom with camper

                                       Tom climbing with a camper at Rocky Mountain Village

Easter Seals, Rocky Mountain Village

Twelve weeks of camp ended yesterday. I didn't blog during camp, I wish I could have because the nuggets of wisdom that came from my campers was priceless. But there was no time for writing, reading, sometimes not even time for showering! However, I will be sure to share Camper Wisdom's as they come back to me.

I'm sitting here at a cafe a few miles down the mountain from camp to access the Internet.  A guy who smells like a campfire asks if he can share my table so that he can reach the power outlet behind my chair. He sits down, opens his laptop and begins to complain to me about his job. "Ive been trying to get fired for months!" he says. He works for a software distribution company in town. Long hours, tight deadlines, poor management. He has been camping in the mountains for two weeks, playing hooky, avoiding work in hopes that his boss will finally set him free. I listen and give the occasional affirming nod.

Three months ago I made the decision to quit my job and go live the life that I wanted. No one was going to set me free.