A couple of weekends ago our church ward had a father & son camp-out. It was a great way to end the summer before I had to start teaching for the Fall semester again. On Friday afternoon Ethan, Christian, and I headed out to the site; it was by a glacial lake back in the mountains about 45 minutes from our house. We all had a great time. That night, we played some games with the other fathers and sons, took a walk to the lake where Ethan tested out a homemade fishing pole, and roasted marshmallows by the campfire. We had our huge tent just for the three of us to sleep in and I was surprised at how well Christian did for his first time in a sleeping bag. The next morning we ate breakfast (bacon, sausage, eggs, pancakes with wild cranberries, and Costco muffins), played around a little more, packed up, and headed home. We were all exhausted by the time we got back.
Our huge 10 person tent got quite a few comments from the other fathers and sons.
Here is Ethan playing with some of the other boys. I think there were three boys that were about his age and then probably five or six more that were right around 12 years old. Ethan loved playing with them all.
Christian was definitely the youngest one there. He had a good time though. There were some huge puddles right next to the campsite (you can see them in the picture of Ethan) and I frequently caught him making a dash for those. Sometimes I was quick enough, other times I was not. Luckily we brought a few sets of clothes for him.
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