Three consecutive Fridays in September I slept in a sleeping bag! (Two of those were in a tent, one was under the stars.) The first weekend was the annual father and sons campout with other dads and sons from our congregation. We went to a beautiful site up Provo canyon. When we arrived we were disappointed to find out that this particular campground did not allow campfires. Fortunately we were able to overcome this substantial obstacle and have fun anyway:)
We had heard in advance that there would be crafts for the kids. Taylor, Parker and I were all a bit skeptical of "crafts" at a father and son camp. I think we envisioned quilting frames and knitting needles. But it turned out to be a lot of fun. First of all we made those survival bracelets that are all the rage right now. Kind of cool. The best part of the night, though, was the clay. Someone had a leftover block of really nice modeling clay. We worked with the stuff for over an hour and got more and more creative as time went by. Here are a few examples of our work:
Loaded pick-up truck (Parker):
Cool dude (Parker):
Y from BYU (guess who...Taylor!):
Foot in Shoe (Taylor and Jeremy):
Yoda (some random kid, but it was too cool not to post it):
Despite the lack of a campfire we were determined to cook our s'mores! Fortunately someone had brought along a lighter...
I'm exhausted, I'll write more about the other trips tomorrow!