Four 7th graders for two days, Oh My!

We are back from a wonderful weekend get away to the islands for my son's birthday party. He chose to go to Jones with some of his best friends and we were delighted it was not another trip to the skating rink or bowling. So off we went with a truck full of 7th grade boys.

Want to know what modern American 7th grade boys talked about for 2 hours of driving and 90 minutes of ferry riding? Magic cards. That's it. Magic cards. It was both endearing and mind numbing.  The future of America is secure if it involves people knowing how to draw cards from a deck in mock supernatural fights.

A boy and the Salish Sea. 

Jones island was as magical as always, yet there were other humans present! We are so accustomed to having Jones to our self from Fall through Spring that it was rather shocking. The winds were calm so the boys didn't get to experience sailing, but the trip was still a novelty to them.



We had a no screen policy, which for a few of the boys was tantamount to saying they needed to leave their teeth at home. Somehow they survived.

They more than survived really, we had a blast. Polite and interesting young men. Don't think I could have had a higher collective IQ of boys than this bunch. All of them super capable. And I'm not Garrison Keiloring this.

Sea Stars seem to be slowing returning after the mass die off 

It was good for Amy and I to get away too. The boys slept on the island so we Aeolus to ourselves for the night. A rare treat. A glimpse into post-kids-at-home life. The bioluminescence was outstanding in the north cove. Magical.

So soon we are back, and so soon we want to return. It is a thirst that never gets quenched.