Mike and I had a great time at the Father/Son camp out this past weekend. We borrowed a tent and left Friday afternoon. We played tug-of-war and had a three-legged relay race with spoons and water. In the three-legged race, Mike and I smoked all contenders. Truthfully, I was the one who took the crown. Mike was in the side car. At one point, he tried to quit and almost started screaming; I may have been dragging him a bit.
The best thing about the camp is that I went to bed at about 9:30 pm. Even if I was laying on the hard ground, I was still laying down. Mary was great to pack Michael everything he would need - warm clothes, pillow, snacks, toothbrush, change of underwear, and books. Fortunately, we were on a father/son campout and only used the pillows and snacks. This was a dirty teeth, used underwear, and cold campout for us. A good time was had by all.
