The family loaded up Adventure Grandpa's magic truck with all kinds of strange things and headed out on the adventure of the summer.
It was hot in the enchanted forest, very hot and the Beautiful Sister spent her time trying to take off her clothes and building rock houses in the dirt. The Plain Mother had never seen two dirtier children in all her days.
After sleeping on sharp rocks for two nights the Plain Mother said to the Plain Father that they had to move the camp. It was too hot, too many bugs and sleep was too important. So the family worked for some time to repack the magic truck, which seemed to carry even more than before. They piled the dirty children and cranky mom inside and took off for another adventure, this time to the beach. The sand sparkled in the sunlight, the breeze blew and the birds glided overhead, fascinating the Beautiful Sister. It wasn't too hot, it wasn't too cold. It was a perfect place to play and enjoy the sites and sounds of the ocean.
It was at this campsite the Beautiful Sister learned about a new and unusual food. It was delicious above all she had tasted before and sticky above all else. The Mother called it a S'more.
The Freckled Faced boy had done some exploring. He played in the glittery sand and flew a magic kite that actually stayed up in the air.
The Sun was hot and fierce at this campsite. The children and the parents loved the beach, but could no longer contest with the sun. Their skin was red, the Beautiful Girl was sad and the sand in the sleeping bags was too much for the Mother. So again, they loaded the magic truck and headed off in search of adventure. They searched most of the day and into the evening for a perfect place to stay. Something isolated from others, something shaded, something cool, and something near water. The Father was creative, innovative and determined. (I guess he was not so plain after all.) Finally the family found the perfect place in an Enchanted Rain Forest. It met all of their expectations and then some. It was on a milky, fast moving river that was enticing for the Boy and his Father. They set up the tent on a bed of pine needles and Mother was happy to not have to sleep on rocks anymore.
The boy and his Father ventured down deep in the forest down a treacherous path to the banks of the ice cold river to play. They collected rocks, made a pool and splashed around.
Stories should have happy endings. The Freckled Faced boy thought the family should stay for another week or so. The Adventurous Grandfather had other adventures to attend too though and so the family packed up once again and headed home. The Happy Ending this time was the prospect of camping again, in another time and another state. Adventures are everywhere.