Which for some reason I called "Yosemite" about 893 times.
Noelle flew (alone!) to Oregon for a visit to her aunt and cousin. The cousin then drove Noelle all the way to California, where we had a great visit up at my parent's house for our annual berry picking / jam making / river swimming trip.
Now the backpacks are bought and filled with new binders and paper and pencils. There's much enthusiasm that it will be a great year for everyone, and we have high hopes for wonderful experiences.
Check back with me in a few weeks to see if any of that has worked out.