It didn't help that when we went camping back in June, Si was sick, so he spent the trip moping around the picnic table and the tent (the nearer his electronics to be, I fretted), and Helen, left to her own devices, wouldn't stray farther from the campsite than the road. A case could be made that the children were not properly learning to appreciate the important things in life.
|Definitely not ruined.|
She and Silas dropped their packs and climbed from the saddle to the top of the nearest summit - she got tired halfway there and came back (by herself!), but Si forged on. The next morning they went exploring by themselves and found a snowfield and an elk skull and then we all went together to explore some lakes.
|Nearing camp around sunset.|
|There was relatively little of this, thank goodness. The guy is heavy for being such a wee thing.|
|Waiting for dinner.|
|Not a bad family to get stuck with, overall, right, Buster? In spite of the forcible hugging.|
|Doing stuff like hanging food bags.|
Maybe it's okay, the sports. So long as we're also able to do this.
|This photo does not really show how we are perched on the hillside, toes and fingers clutching the grass.|