Last night we drove to a local state park . . .
. . . for the annual ward camp out. See the guy in the red shirt? It's rare to find someone who has more height or a deeper voice than Phillip. That guy has both.
We set up our tent quickly because the Sun was going down, then we roasted hot dogs for dinner and lots of s'mores for dessert. I also brought along a bunch of apples and carrots so we could pretend we were eating a balanced meal.
I like many things about camping, but sleeping in a tent isn't one of them. It's hard to get to sleep on the hard ground, and it's hard to stay asleep once you get there, especially when you're surrounded by fidgety kids and talkative neighbors. I can see why lots of people go "camping" with RVs.
The girls rose early this morning and went in search of wood to feed the bonfire. I assured them that one of our fellow campers had brought plenty of firewood, but Joy felt driven to feed the fire, so I let them continue on their quest.
After we ate breakfast and packed up, Daniel requested that we explore a trail near the campsite. I had no clue where it led, and wondered if we should take lots of water, and perhaps a compass.
It turned out to be part of a Frisbee golf course. High adventure, indeed.
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