My boys were all gone for a few days. My family has, for a few years now, done a men's camping trip to the NYS Adirondack region.
Cal has been once before and this was Tate's first time.
Three days canoeing
and sleeping in the woods with few modern conveniences.
They had campfires and adventures with Grandpa and uncles and cousins.
They hiked a mountain with a gorgeous view at the top.
I'm sure Mike could have told more about the details. He was there, after all. Mosquito bites on "the box," Tate "swimming" on the buckets, Unc carrying Tate all the way down the mountain on his shoulders, giant marshmallows in the hot chocolate. I didn't see this stuff, only pictures. Boy, I feel like I missed out.