Out With the Boys

Joseph got to go on his first camping trip, last weekend. It was pretty rainy, as they set out, but they decided to brave the storms (that were clearing) and be men anyway. Well, Joseph decided and Daddy went along for the ride.


We have no pictures of Joseph cooking hot dogs "on a stick with fire" because it was raining and Jonathan didn't want to ruin the camera, but I'm told that they were a big hit. S'mores? Not so much. He was all excited about the idea of getting fire on marshmallows, but wasn't too enamored of the taste. Which, honestly, was fine by Daddy because Daddy didn't want to be cleaning marshmallow off of everything.

Saturday morning turned out to be bright and beautiful. While hiking the trail, Joseph stopped to look at everything. "Loot! A cadderpiller!" "Loot! A fowler!" "Loot! A rot!" "Loot! A thin'!" He was also fascinated by the moths in the restrooms, though he kept calling them "mosses."



Daddy thought that they were just going to have a short wade, since the river was cold with rainwater, but Joseph had a grand time digging in the sand and "swimming" in the shallows.



Everyone came home in good spirits, though all of their gear was totally soaked--the rain fly didn't get found until the morning, long after the thunderstorm rolled through and drenched the tent. Joseph had somehow slept through the whole thing. They caught up to me, Elena and James at the kids' Aunt Sherry's graduation party (congratulations on your Master's!) and we set the tent back up in the living room to air out. James thought this was the awesomest thing ever and tried to convince Daddy that he was big enough to go camping, too.