Yesterday my eleven year old nephew flew into Kansas City to spend a week with his grandparents, my sister-in-law's mom and stepfather, that live in north central Missouri. My sister-in-law called to let me know he'd be out here and that her parents were planning on going to Cabela's in Kansas City, KS after picking him up at the airport, so if I wanted to go, we could go see him for a bit. Once my mom found out, she put together some stuff she needed to send to us and sent it with my nephew. Princess Sparkley was sick, so me, Buddy and Baby X made the half hour drive. Let me just tell you something... I don't fit in at Cabela's. Last time we went was almost three years ago when we moved here. And it definitely wasn't on a Saturday. I found it so amusing that my nephew's grandparents, from more than three hours away in Missouri, ran into someone they knew at Cabela's. I live less than half an hour away and I didn't even see anyone who looked like people I might know. I'm not a stranger to the outdoor world, but my idea of outdoor sports is hiking and going on nature walks, and reading a book next to a toasty fire in a cabin in the mountains. Not hunting, fishing or anything else involving camouflage or bright orange clothing. Being at Cabela's was sort of a living in the world, but not of it experience. Here we are in Kansas/Missouri, but we aren't Kansans or Missourians, at least not Cabela's shopping Kansans or Missourians.
An avid reader, sometimes writer, wife, mom, homeschooler, baker of yummy treats. I grew up in California, jumped around the United States (Kansas, Virginia, Ohio) and somehow ended up in Beijing China.