So I packed up the boys with flashlights, sleeping bags, sweatshirts, and bandaids. They were so excited for their Daddy to come home from work so they could go. It wasn't until 6pm that they got out the door. It took an hour for them to drive to the campsite, through the beautiful mountains that frame our state.
It is a tradition for me to make them hobo meals for their dinner. I started making them spaghetti and meatballs, with garlic bread, for their campfire feast, and this year was no different. They gobbled them up.
I sent the camera with Heath, with instructions to take lots of pictures. He took a few, but they weren't what I had in mind. You won't find a single picture of Heath or the boys in these pictures. Here is what Heath deemed memorable enough to capture with a photograph.
The cinnamon roll he ate with breakfast.
The six dozen eggs he cracked for breakfast.