You Call This a Field Trip?

I slept in yesterday morning. Because day before yesterday I chaperoned a field trip. When I was a kid, our end of year field trip was a day at the roller rink in the next town over. This was a whole different thing entirely. The entire 8th grade, track three went on charter buses over to Beaufort, NC (BOW-fort, in case you were wondering) and we all had lunch at a seafood restaurant on the shoreline.

After lunch, we went on a chartered speedboat and took off out into the deep water.


We then drove (boated?) over to a deserted island where there were puportedly wild horses. I didn't see any wild horses but I'd never before received field trip instructions that included the following guidelines: "Do not provoke the wild horses." and "Dodge all charging wild horses." I'm not kidding. I rolled laughing when I saw that and immediately charged the battery in my camera. But, no wild horses to be seen this time on that lovely deserted island.

The boat docked on the island and the kids were taught a brief lesson on how to dedge for marine life and then turned loose to try it for themselves.


After which, everyone loaded back onto the boat and we headed for deep water.

They got to fish from the sides of the boat. Lines were tangled and there were lots of squeals when people caught fish, but they had a blast.





It may have been a day chaperoning a hundred kids but doing that on a boat on a gorgeous day in the middle of the week was sheer wonderful. Who knew all of that was a mere two and a half hours away? I think I'm going to be looking up vacation houses in Beaufort.



Who's with me?