All in all, the trip was great fun but the strawberry festival really sucked. The strawberry season had already ended, come to find out, and so no local delicious strawberries were available. Instead, we each ate a bowlful of Driscoll's strawberries (which were still delicious) and checked out the other festival happenings until venturing back home in the afternoon. Silas adores BJ's parents, and now he is bent on going on a trip with them again. The other day when I woke him from his nap, his eyes flew open and the first words out of his mouth were, "Go on a trip?"
He definitely had some exhilarating moments on the trip...
although other moments clearly must have sucked.
Silas enjoyed the hotel room in Muskogee the night before the festival. He especially enjoyed the rare treat of sleeping between BJ and me in the hotel bed. I woke up at 4AM with his head wedged in my back, as he had turned his little body horizontally.
Susan tasting the delicious California strawberries
George and I had a good time too, although eating at restaurants where I couldn't easily control for dairy in my food caused me anxiety.
Silas and his Pop are such good buds. Together they rode the train, which Silas affectionately dubbed "Thomas" given its blue color.
Thanks to Grammy and Pop for a memorable adventure!