Thursday, July 31, 2008

Reno is Different Somehow

We’ve been to Reno so many times I think I’ve lost count. Every year or two, we drive a handful (or more) of Mr Nice Guy’s students to this area for a “field trip”. We arrange tours for them in areas relevant to their field of study (automotive stuff - lots in Carson City), and then we do fun activities to keep things light so we pretty much know our way around.

Reno holds a special place in our hearts, not only because we’ve been here SO many times, but because we chose to get married here as well. Last year when we came here for our anniversary (by ourselves. I know! *gasp*), we decided that Reno didn’t hold its appeal to us as much as it used to. I felt like my life had changed quite a bit over the last few years, and the things that used to be appealing were now NOT interesting to me. Plus, maybe I was just bored of it? Either way, the trip we took down here just last month with the students made me see that Reno was just another place that needed some love. So - when our kids begged to come visit here (because we always seemed happy when we came home from here, right?) we decided that this would be a fun finale to our summer vacation. And, they’d get an interesting glimpse into another kind of place that was nowhere near as protected as their hometown.

I booked some bonus time (el cheapo rates at the last second in a 2 bedroom condo - thank you Worldmark!) and we surprised the kids with a wish come true. They were EX.CI.TED! The girls had been here before with Grandparents, but I think they were ages six and four, so not much really stuck in the form of memories. The drive here was long (via Sacramento) but it was some ground we hadn’t seen before so that was ok with us. The kids got along fine, they watched a couple movies, they didn’t once ask to use a bathroom or say they were bored, and life… was great!

We got into Reno about 7:30 p.m., via a VERY IMPORTANT STOP at Cabela’s. I love you Dad! Sorry you couldn’t be here with us *grin* The kids had more fun at this place than just about anywhere I’d seen along our entire trip. It was so worth it. The boys went bezerk over the huge stuffed rhino. The girls started wandering towards the aquarium. The husband… where did HE go? It was great. Mr. Nice Guy took the kids into the little pretend shooting gallery (which, to us, had been kinda boring last time when we were here *gasp* by ourselves) and they had a ball. We also found out that six pack abs boy is an excellent marksman. Who knew? In the meanwhile, I found a Campfire Marshmallow candle, and it got a free ride in my shopping cart. I also picked up another set of hitch-hikers, some galvanized pantry bins with lids. Oh be still my heart. One had a rooster on it. *faint*

I came back to life to see my boys prancing down the aisle with coon skin caps pulled over their heads. Every patron of the store just melted into giggles when they saw six pack abs boy pull out a pop gun and start running around pioneer style. I remembered hearing those corks popping the last time we visited, and at first I didn’t know what it was. It was sort of an addicting sound, like you just couldn’t STOP doing it. Do I need to say that it had the same effect on my two hoodlum boys? I overheard another customer grab one of the little wooden guns out of a bin and say, “Well everyone else is doing it, I’m going to take a turn!” POP! POP! His friends did the same thing. They turned into small boys right there next to the camouflage hunting gear and stuffed big horn sheep. I secretly applauded them for not growing up too soon.
It was hard to leave the place, but we had more places to go.

When we got to our room, it was wonderful. The air conditioner was pumping out cool air, and the bedrooms looked inviting. The kids vegged out and watched about eight seconds of TV.


I thought we’d kick back and relax for awhile, but nooooo, Mr. Nice Guy had a surprise in his hat and told everyone to get their walking shoes. We were going for a walk!

Oh boy, I think only one of us isn’t missing toe skin from the swimming pool floor’s cheese grater action. Even Mr. Nice Guy was affected, so I wondered how this would pan out. Princess D is sporting a swollen toe and some major bruising, from umpteen stubbing incidents (she is really like me, it’s awful) and so I’ve been taping two of her toes together for a couple days now. A walk! Ok, what fun!

I’m glad we did. We had a ball. It was like a Circus. Ok, so it was. We ended up at the Circus Circus Midway, playing games and watching a balancing act (really, that’s a real act, not just something I say I do all the time!) After all the fun, we walked back to our condo by way of a side trip to Arby’s for a late night dinner. Last time we went to the Midway we were extremely bored. Things sure are different when the kids are along!

Oh look - an unashamed photo of another outhouse just for you!
(From somewhere in Oakhurst, CA)


I know, I know, I'll get better material as soon as I'm back home, I promise!

Today: Who knows. We’re in Reno. It’s different than ever before since we're with the kids so it's anyone’s guess!

3 comments:

Miriam said...

Sounds like Reno was a blast. Your family is having an awesome vacation and I'm so happy for you.

Shabby Olde Potting Shed said...

Girl, I can hardly wait to click on your site and see what yall did for today! LOL
You are a blessing. Hope the piggies heal soon. I cringed at the thought of the cheesegrater bottom.
L

Agent K said...

Look out now...Keep those pantry bins underlock and key! :)