Saturday morning was a blur. My alarm went off at 6:15 and the boys were already awake. Most of them were sitting up in bed, dressed and ready. I don't know if it was because they went to bed earlier or maybe they were excited to be going home but they used my alarm as the green light. I was getting up at 6:15 with the plan of getting them up around 6:45. We were going to the pavilion at 7:30 for pick up. The Fordham group had to be on the road by 8 am.
With the boys being ready early, we were on the move by 7. I loaded my stuff in the van and headed over to the pavilion. I had to make 2 or 3 trips back for different boys who forgot certain things in the dorms. It felt like the first day, running from the center of camp and back several times.
The kids all had autograph books where they could sign names, get addresses, etc. Some of the kids asked for mine and I was glad to give it. I don't expect any letters but it would be pretty awesome to get even one in the mail.
Before we knew it we were on the road. We left and headed to Sonic, where we got food on the way in (second thing on the last day reminding me of the beginning). Sonic took forever and we all spent the rest of the drive worried about making the flight.
We got to the airport and had 40 minutes to check in, check luggage, go through security and get to the area of the airport we needed to be in. All things ran smoothly and we got there with about 10 minutes to spare. We loaded the plane, took off without a problem, and landed in Chicago. Our flight in Chicago was delayed about 20 minutes or so. This gave us enough time to get some lunch.
Back on the plane and on the way to NY. The sky and the view of Chicago were really awesome. We made it to NY and grabbed our luggage. Only one parent was willing to pick us up and so the rest of us piled into two taxis. We made it back to the Bronx around 7:30. Even though I just wanted to get home, I spent some time with my group in the Bronx. We went out and bought some food, made a big dinner, and hung out in the backyard. It was a nice resolution to the trip. I finally got to my car around midnight and drove home. It was a scary drive and several times I thought about just pulling over and going to sleep. I won't start a drive like that so late on my own ever again. Lesson learned.
I got home and passed out. Sunday was ok because I talked to my parents and friends about the trip and was excited to show them things like my pillow and t-shirt. Monday and Tuesday were really hard and I missed camp a whole lot. This trip was amazing and it was one of the best weeks of my life. I know that may not be as apparent in these entries. They show a fun time but not an amazing time. It's hard to explain the heart of the trip, the feeling of it and what it all meant. Those are things I cannot write down. It is a trip you have to experience, like most things, to fully appreciate. Still, thank you for reading about it. It's hard to find someone who will listen to you talk as long as I have over these many posts. There is so much to reflect on and so much to list that I would need hours and hours to explain it to one person.
This, then, concludes my Go! trip posts. Back to regular blogging tomorrow.
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