The bus rolled into the school parking lot somewhere close to 10:30 PM. By that time most of the students, parents, and chaperones were there. My wife, Diana, was recruited to copy passports, while I took care of other issues, and watched the excitement build in the commons. Soon the doors were opened and the announcement made that we could load up. Within a few moments the motorcoach was invaded by the entire group of adults and kids looking to make sure all the bags, instruments and other items were loaded.
By 11:30 pm we had passed through Anchor Point well on our way to Anchorage. At this point, I could hear Mr. Searle chatting about his communication with the Australian folks and the musical instruments that they were going to loan to us. In the back of the bus the kids were chatting, some were listening to ipods, others were working on sleep. Chaperons were working on sleeping, reading, watching the road and listening to me brag about my grandkids, whose pictures, I conveniently had available on the computer.
Next stop, Anchorage.
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