Wahoo

Yesterday afternoon, I drove my daughter over to eastern Washington, 20 miles from the nearest town and left her with a group of people that I'd never seen before.

Yes, it's camp time, and my daughter is at "horse camp" for a week, at highly regarded "Camp Wahoo". She's been "doing the horse thing" for a couple of years now, so I don't have any worries about any equine-related injuries, but it is one of those bittersweet parental moments. I really want her to have a good time on her own without her 'rents around, but it's a bit sad to realize that as time progresses, I'll be doing a lot more worrying about her than she will worry about being away from me.