We missed our Maxwell so much!
The other kids and I said goodbye to him Sunday evening, and we didn't see him again until Saturday. JB went with him the first two days, so Sunday night and Monday night the rest of us stayed overnight at JB's parents so they could help in the early morning hours when I was at work.
Look at that beautiful Bear Lake.
JB the bishop was also there to support the other kids and leaders (he goes for at least a day or two each time), but I was really glad he was there for our first boy's first major camp.
And all reports are that Max did great for the rest of the week! Even during the wilderness survival night under shelters in the hills.
Skipping rocks below.
He says they didn't feed them enough but that he liked almost every meal (hunger always does away with any pickiness), and he earned every merit badge he signed up for. His Grandpa Deardeuff should be happy to know his rifle shooting was top notch.
The first few days, Andrew and James would ask, "Where's Max?" Then they wanted to talk his ear off when he came home.
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