Parents’ Guide to Class Trips

English: Schematic map of Battle of the Plains...

English: Schematic map of Battle of the Plains of Abraham on Sept. 13, 1759 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I followed a pristine white motor coach down a narrow road this morning. I slowed as the driver negotiated a tight corner into a narrow school lane. High season for class trips has begun.

As I walked down the hill past the schoolyard, the rumble of a diesel engine and the rhythmic beep, beep of the back-up alert awakened memories of early mornings waiting anxiously for a coach to take 50 youngsters, 4 teachers and me somewhere on the continent: Manhattan for theatre and opportunities to perform; Quebec City for sugar shack meals and the battle of the Plains of Abraham; or Ottawa for a tour of Parliament Hill and the Diefenbaker Bunker.

Each trip begins with anxiety, especially for first-time travelers in elementary school. Parents are terrified if their child has never traveled without them. The youngsters are afraid no one will like them; the food will be horrible; or they will get left behind somewhere. For the youngsters, every fear, however, is heightened with anticipation, because they have money in their pocket to spend as they like and plans to stay up all night in the room they share with 3 others.

Getting to departure day takes a lot of planning, fund raising and justification. School Boards, principals, parents and students have expectations that must be met; some of which are in opposition to each other. Teachers – the leaders and chaperones of the class trip – have expectations too, many of which are informed by those of the Board and their principal.

Expectations are at the crux of the class trip. They influence costs, choice of supplier – that is to say educational tour operator – duration and destination. A parent must understand the expectations that shape the class trip, before giving permission for a child to participate. To investigate ask questions, but first do research. Do not assume that your child is getting the best value for your travel dollar, just because it is a class trip.

Ontario regulates who can arrange overnight journeys for which a fee is paid and from which a profit is made. School teachers are permitted to act as travel arrangers for day trips. Overnight trips are different, with the exception of school board based facilities like an ecocamp. In Ontario, tour operators must be licensed. Make sure the company your teachers hire is. There are fly-by-nighters out there.

To avoid the possibility of hiring an unethical, illegal tour operator, some School Boards provide teachers with a lost of “approved” tour operators, companies that have presented their credentials and proved their professionalism. This restricts the opportunity for teachers to shop for the best per person price, but ensures that things such as insurance are in place.

A hidden cost of which most parents are unaware is the chaperones. They travel for free. The cost of their meals and transportation absorbed by the students travelling. This is standard behaviour, but can impact the per student cost greatly. Especially when it comes to overseas travel with large airfare costs. Free travel for chaperones is the norm. After all, they will get little sleep, have to be on alert 24/7 and are legally responsible for the well-being of the children in their care. There would be no class trip without them.

A free trip is one thing, chaperones receiving a stipend – a fee paid by the tour operator for hiring their services – that is a different matter all together. Most School Boards do not allow it. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen. Read the fine print on some of the websites arranging international tours – they are very upfront about the per head bounty they pay to group leader’s who put together a class trip.

Tour Operators earn a per student fee for the work they do. EARN is the operative word. Long hours making reservations, reconfirming reservations, creating itineraries, paying bills, training guides, attending parent presentations…tour operators earn their bread and butter. There is much more to it than opening up Expedia and pushing buttons. Much more. The smaller the company, the less likely there is staff enough to handle problems should they arise.

Most trips are flawlessly executed. Inevitably something will go wrong…a bus may break down…one person falls ill, infecting everyone in her room; someone trips and falls while climbing the stairs in Quebec City. The reliable companies have back up plans, have provided their guides with emergency checklists of hospitals etc..

Ask questions before you sign on the dotted line. If you are satisfied, I encourage you to sign that permission sheet. A class trip is an indelible memory and a rite of passage. Remember yours?

#Muskoka Day trip from the #GTA

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About 2.5 hours north of the Greater Toronto Area is Windermere House. Since 1870 people have left the city to spend a few days lakeside in the sun and fresh air at the lodge. Tennis courts, a golf course and marina surround the property that rose from the ashes to live again.

The Nonagenarian and I drove north for lunch. Our exact destination was undecided. But a happy combination of circumstances found us on the doorstep about 30 minutes before the pub opened. The welcome was sincere, the effort to accommodate a ninety year old with mobility issues outstanding.

So was lunch! A pitcher of white wine and peach sangria will be something the three of us will talk about forever. I’ll spend sometime trying to recreate the recipe. I had a multi grain salad with roasted asparagus that I will recommend to vegetarians and meat eaters alike. I added jumbo shrimp to the salad. I could have been in the Italian lake district or Muskoka…

We’ll repeat the day trip again before the summer fades.

 

Life with a Nonagenarian

The Nonagenarian at Rest

The Nonagenarian at rest on a deck in Muskoka

I have given thought to changing the name of my blog, because, although I am still passionate about the polar regions, travel and theatre, taking care of my nonagenarian curtails my personal activities. A statement of fact, not a whine, I stress. I haven’t made the change, because inevitably, my life will return to what it once was. That will be a sad day indeed.

Today reminded me of that inevitability. Once a month a friend comes to visit. That is a big event in a nonagenarian’s life. Most of her friends are no longer with us, and of the ones that are, today’s friend, unlike the others, lives nearby. I do whatever I can to facilitate social opportunities with her peers. Sometimes one just has to talk to someone who gets it. I certainly don’t.

The day began with the last minute scurry to ensure everything is in place for the luncheon my Nonagenarian was hosting. I chivvied her to get dressed earlier than normal in her daily routine. About an hour before the guest arrived and a few minutes before my departure, (I always leave them to chat in private), she toddled into the kitchen attired for a tea party . “What is all this in aid of” was her question. The coming visit had slipped her mind completely, although 30 minutes before she could have told me what was for lunch and who was coming.

That slip of short term memory has been increasing. More and more, I have to remind her of something we talked about only a few minutes before. She remembers her childhood and the trauma of WWII vividly, but that she was having company for lunch today, that was a blank. She is aware of her befuddlement. She is afraid of it, and embarrassed by it, and I am guilty of exacerbating her anxiety.

I hate that I am as much a part of the problem as I am a solution to the problem. I do not want to be THAT person, oblivious and short-tempered. Just as she doesn’t want to be THAT person – befuddled and confused.

Well-meaning folk suggest that it is time for her to enter a home. Her doctor thinks she is better off with me than the alternative, despite my short-comings. I believe she is too. The day I surrender her to the care of others will be a black day indeed. Don’t get me wrong, I know that in the future a home may be the best way to care for her. I expect there will come a time that my siblings and I will agree she needs more than I can give her. May that day be far off.

Perth: Founded 1816 long before Ontario.

The Rideau Canal where it meets the Ottawa River.

The Rideau Canal where it meets the Ottawa River. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

We are in the midst of marking the 200th anniversary of the War of 1812. Canadians are, that is. Some of our national heroes were forged in the conflict, such as Isaac Brock and Laura Secord. When the war ended in 1814, the British colony now known as Canada, began building a defensive infrastructure just in case the citizens south of our border again turned to war to settle our differences. One building project was the Rideau canal system between Kingston and the Ottawa River. The Rideau Canal was a British Army project under the command of Colonel John By of the Royal Engineers. The terminus of the canal, became known as Bytown. The name did not stick, although Colonel By’s reputation for efficiency did.

As the canal progressed northward communities were founded: Perth, Ontario is an example. Founded in 1816, the community was once a major transport centre. Now it is a picturesque dormitory town for the National Capital – Ottawa, formerly Bytown. The Rideau Canal locks were built by hand, each stone hand-hewn by skilled masons, and put in place by labourers who had carved out the locks with picks and shovels. Many of the masons stayed in Canada, where building was big business as the country expanded. Their skill gave Perth its distinct look.

Perth is a day trip from Ottawa, and an overnight from the Greater Toronto Area. There is a new hotel and spa for upscale getaways. Bed and breakfasts enable visitors to see the interiors of the heritage homes that dot the streets. There is a farmers’ market every Saturday. Looking for shoe bargains, Brown’s shoes – aka Naturalizer – has a factory outlet by the fair grounds.

There are marinas close by for renting boats for touring or fishing. Relatively flat, the surrounding landscape is excellent for bikers. Balderson’s Cheese is a short drive away. Bring a hamper, because you will want to take some home.

Quiet, quaint and close – Perth is worth exploring.

London, Ontario: insurance, hockey and other civilized delights

The Octogenarian and I have taken to the road once again. We’re spending a night in the third of Ontario that isn’t defined by the Canadian Shield. This is farmland  where tobacco museums depict the life of a transient picker. Some of Ontario’s distinctive breweries are open for tours. It is Festival country. And it is insurance. I don’t know why London became the home to head offices of large insurance firms.

We’ve missed the touring company of Cirque de Soleil by one night. We arrived in time to find hockey on the front pages. Dale Hunter resigned as head coach of the Capitals. He is returning to London, where his brother and son are involved with London Knights.

We have some exploring to do this afternoon. That is if the Octogenarian recovers from the 2 hour drive. Traveling is a challenge.