Last weekend we went camping, finally! Summer was passing us by and every weekend had some pressing matter that prevented us from loading the truck and heading out.
Friday night we finally made it to our special spot out near Lava Lake and found our beloved campsite trashed. :( Someone had built a giant bonfire-style ring in the center of the site, as well as a deep fire pit where we usually put the tent. We found a new, less level, spot for the tent and pressed on. The site had so much glass and trash, but we cleaned up a bit and it was manageable. Saturday we dismantled the bonfire ring.
But the most memorable part of camping wasn't the cleanup, or the sight-seeing to the local hatchery or catching a young buck wading across the river. It was playing medic.
Last year Lawrence got a BB gun for his birthday (obviously not from me) and he has really come into his own with it. He can hit cans and load and prime it all on his own now. So instead of playing UNO and reading books and generally breathing in the quiet beauty...I dashed around the site moving enemy cans closer and collecting our 'wounded'. I sat around sharing war stories and helped reload when time was of the essence.
I'm thinking I need to get myself a girl if I want to go on hikes to collect ferns or identify trees and flowers. My boys are very manly and enjoy flaunting their chests and talking about the best foods to eat if you need really stinky farts as a weapon...
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