Campout: Father-Son Style

Last night was our annual Father/Son campout. I insisted that Joe take the camera with him, and this time, actually take some pictures with it. Here's a sampling of what I got. I'm hoping this picture will convince my son Joe that it's okay to just smile and act like you're having a good time, and not try to look cool in pictures. Very rarely does TRYING to look cool in pictures translate into ACTUALLY looking cool in pictures.

Fifteen pictures total, and eight of them were a sequence of these boys rolling this log around. I don't know what the story is, and I suspect even if I did, it wouldn't be a story worth writing about.



Apparently, when you're camping, it's okay to have your picture taken without your face being wiped clean first. I'm trying to pick out the foods...chocolate, cheetos, and maybe ketchup?




The one time I had to get stitches as a child was when I was playing with a pocket knife just like this. So, I'm glad the campout ended at my home and not at the emergency room.


Here's a question for you though. How many loads of laundry are required after one father/son campout? My guess is eight. But I just started the first load, so I guess I'll have to let you know.

Update: For all you out there just dying to know, I was right. Eight loads of laundry. Of course, that includes all the sleeping bags. I know not everyone washes sleeping bags after each use, but, well, I do.