Have you tried taking with you four teenagers for a field trip in a deserted mountain?
Well, you have to think twice about it. No, not just twice, ask yourself “are you insane?” I thought about it and the answer is No, I’m Auntie Mame. Remember? I said that at the beginning of blogging.
Atlin, British Columbia springtime at the tip of BC. Not quite, it’s still Frigid Zone there. Mr. Gernot of Monarch Mountain took us in. We were the only people up in the mountain. Yes, there were Monarch Butterflies.
It was a trip of a lifetime for the boys. They are still talking about this to date when this happened 13 years ago. They are now adults. The common question was “How come you did not marry Mr. G?” I don’t response to this kind of question. Too personal. Sometimes I retorted “wait till your Mother hears about what you boys did in the mountain.”
Yup, to date, cross my heart, mum is the word. I will keep their secrets until my dying days. Besides, it’s their responsibilities to tell their Mothers. What about Fathers? Fathers were boys once before, they understand. And the boys will admire me more when I am gone.