Happy campers!
After scouting out the open spots, we settled in a perfect, spacious, by the creek site.
And the set up and relaxing began.
Uncle Zach taught Graham to throw little pine cones into the creek. From then on the creek and Graham were BFFs.
Lake day. It lasted about 45 minutes.
Enough time to eat yummo peanut butter and honey sandwiches and have an accident or two.
Kyle's station got a call to kill a rattlesnake. The plan was for us to eat it. After surgery and stench, it was quickly decided that was a bad idea. So they nailed the skin up to a tree to dry out which resulted in maggots in our garage later that week. Fail and fail.
Camping and this boy were a perfect match.
Just a bit of cooking is all...
Graham's first campfire smore! It was love at first sticky bite and the next morning G quickly grabbed a wire hanger and asked to "cook mo candy!"
Rainbow Falls hike day!
We became adults and paid the shuttle fee.
It was quite a trek. Fivel conked out pretty quickly and let the pack mules finish the job.
This picture is not that great. However, it captures the mood G was in after he sat in a backpack for two miles with a full dipe. Also he is still gripping the sandwich he held onto the entire way there, even while snoozing. ("Hey look, a sam-ich!)
After a makeshift changing station and some snacks, the fellas are feeling much better.
I love love love this son of mine.
Tradition lives on. Thanks Bells. We had the bestest time.
I'm pretty sure this trip ignited his love of camping.
He still talks about it...3 months later...
Oh, and please use your imagination to picture a black bear strolling through our campsite, attacking our cooler, jumping into our car multiple times, Kyle growling and slamming doors to try and scare it away, and our little family of 4 safely watching from 20 feet away. Praised the Lord multiple times on the way home that we didn't leave any little boys in the car while we were finishing packing up the campsite. No picture proof. But ask Graham. He'll tell you all about it.
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