Greetings, people of the civilized world!
Well, we did go camping this weekend, and now we're back. Our first trip of this summer back to the stone age was a filthy success.
I'm thankful that we had a nice weekend for it. Not too hot, not too stormy. Not too crowded. Not too buggy. Not too carnivorous-wildlife-encroaching-on-the-campsitey.
The kids all had a good time. I'd gotten on them last season about helping out a little more rather than just relying on Mag and me to be their personal Camp Slaves. They did good with that.
The weekend included good times around the fire and a somewhat successful "quest for beverages" hike with Chaco, Wolfgang and me.
And there was the usual camp fare of getting lost in the woods and spotting of strange things. We did not come across any carnage as in previous explorations. I did come into contact with many helpful black squirrels, which I hadn't even known existed before. I'm very thankful that they weren't skunks - my first impression. WHEW!
So all in all, a good wild weekend. Now that we're home, I'm thankful for Biz and Shout.
And let me just say Happy Father's Day to all you good dads out there! Hallmark holiday that it is, I for one, am thankful for my own strange but loving father!