When we took our family vacation to California last summer, we never could have guessed that we would be returning this summer for a second go around. But a family member decided to get married and the marriage took place in California, so we loaded up the family and headed to the west coast once again.
This was a marvelous opportunity to see some of the places we saw last summer as well as to see some new spots. The wedding took place in Oakland in the Oakland Temple.
We were staying with friends in San Francisco the night before the wedding and as we drove the 45 minutes to the temple, something happened in the backseat of our van. The two kids involved have slightly different stories as to what occurred, but the result was that Ammon's implant was knocked off of his head. This in and of itself is not that strange as the implants come off at times, but what was weird about the situation, is that we couldn't find the implant for the next 24 hours.
We got to the temple just in time for the wedding since we hit some traffic en route, and we had Chance park the car and take the kids to a neighboring church as the ceremony was only for adults. We reminded Chance that he and the kids were supposed to meet us at the entrance to the temple in about an hour for pictures. We felt confident that the implant would be found once the van was parked and everyone could look around the seats. When we met up with the kids for pictures however, the implant had still not been found.
Chance's dad went out to the van and looked all around in between pictures, but couldn't find a clue as to where the implant had gone. Ammon did not appreciate not being able to hear very well and I don't blame him. We ended up taking the wedding pictures, eating at the luncheon and attending the reception that evening all without an implant (despite a couple more full-car-inspections). Poor Ammon. We looked and looked all over the place and could not find his implant anywhere. It gave Ammon a headache having to strain to hear, and he wanted to go back to our hotel.
The following morning as we packed up to head back home, we still hadn't found the implant. We were at a loss as to where it could have gone. Just as we were leaving the hotel, Ammon's sister was rummaging around in her backpack when she found the missing implant. It had somehow bounced into the backpack on our drive the day before.
We were elated to meet that little implant again. Ammon most of all naturally. Thankfully, he had had the implant during most of the vacation as the wedding was on the last day that we were in California.
Our family loves implants.
|The Golden Gate Bridge as fog rolls in|
|Giant Redwood Trees|
|Cowboy(aka Chance) in a redwood tree|
|Ammon bonds with a giant redwood tree|