When we were planning our trip home this summer, my original intention was to run the Gander Commander 5K race in Gander following the Tely 10. Well, for some reason or other I never did register for it but we had made the commitment to my brother that we were going to visit him at his home in Gander… so we did. Mom, Dad, Kim and Nicholas joined us as well.
I got to watch the race participants run right along the road in front of my brother’s house. As expected, I wished I had made the effort and participated, too, as planned. And then I saw the race results… The slowest runner was about 10 minutes faster than my fastest time! I guess Gander runners take their races pretty seriously!
We still managed to have a decent time, starting with the girls' first moose sighting just a few metres ahead of us on the highway on our way there! They were pretty excited and talked a lot about moose for a while. The first time I saw a moose on the highway I was a teenager who had been living in Newfoundland her whole life to that point. My children are just little and don't live there at all and yet they managed to see a moose on one of their first Newfoundland road trips!
Ingrid, Elodie, Danica and Nicholas played with a shade tent my brother set up for them.
And seeing as it was officially Gander Days, we tried to participate in that as well but, we never seemed to get much of that done. Kim and I were pretty excited to go to the local craft fair but it was a total bust. At least for us. The children had some fun at the art table.
Derek and Danica had a little selfie fun.
And then we went to the Salmon Run mall for some birthday gift idea inspiration for our little Elodie who is about to turn five! Not a lot of action in the mall but we entertained ourselves by eating pizza at the Pizza Hut and checking out Claire’s.
After a few days’ stay we headed back in to St. John’s. About two hours into our drive, Elodie started complaining of a pain in her tummy. I usually just brush those complaints off as hunger pains considering she eats like a bird on a diet. But, I should have figured out by now that those complaints usually mean something is brewing with Elodie. Before I knew it she was vomiting all over the (rented!) car, her shoes, clothes, car set and her hair. Projectile vomit – the very best kind, of course.
A vomiting child in a car travelling at great speeds down a highway with nowhere to pull over is a hairy situation by anyone’s standards. But… there’s always a “but” with us it seems… when you have another child whose anxiety around other people being sick is at a level never before seen in a child, you have a very dangerous situation on your hands.
We had no choice but to pull over on the side of the road, cars whizzing past us on the left. I jumped out before Derek had even completely stopped the car and tended to Elodie. I yelled at Derek to hurry up and get Ingrid out, too, before she passed out from the hysterics she was putting herself through.
There we were, on the side of the road with one child covered in vomit, one child frantically crying and covering her ears and trying to put as much distance between herself and the vomit as possible and one child still strapped, alone, in her seat in the car parked hazardously on the side of the highway.
Someone we managed to get everything settled down but I honestly don’t know how. It made for a very memorable trip to Gander.