This latest snow storm has me thinking about summer. Camping. All of those good ‘ol dog days.
It can be hard to get my boys excited for life beyond their PS3, but the call of the wild . . . camping . . . certainly can
Bonding over the chop chop chop of an axe.
Togetherness in dragging in a felled branch.
Sleeping under the stars . . . well with the new puppy anyway.
Camping, despite how much work it actually is, has always been a great family time.
My favourite part is being able to kick back and watch my boys do all the work. They never want to work around the house, but will delve in with vigor around the site. It’s a truly amazing transformation.
Come on summer.