By the way I have two sets of boys - big, and little. It used to be Max, "the baby;" then when Benny came along it was "the boys;" then when Andrew was born it became "the boys and the baby;" now it's "the boys and Andrew and the baby." Andrew refers to Max and Benny as "the boys" when he talks about them or is looking for them to come back from school.
Anyway, by all accounts the boys had a great time with daddy and some friends who also went along. They went to Ruth Lake in the Uintahs.
They hiked about 3/4 a mile to their campsite, and built a fire. Man must have fire.
Cozy in the 2-man tent.
JB knew the weather could turn up there in the mountains, and it started to rain that evening.
And then it turned to snow. In August.
Max did not like having to leave the tent in the morning for some -- ahem -- personal time in the woods.
The hike back to the car in the slushy snow about did my boys in. JB was encouraging and supportive....but my children apparently thought they were going to die from their cold feet.
But look how beautiful!
Now they know they can do hard things, and they are proud of themselves. Plus they really liked the hamburgers they got when they reached Kamas.
The sons:
The dads:
Back at home, I took long walks with the double stroller, cleaned the house, cuddled the little boys, and watched chick-shows on TV. That's my kind of camping.
1 comment:
It really was so beautiful with the snow. Good for "the boys"!
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