Breaking Camp
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Father son campout #2 complete! For those who went, you know that we had great food by the Mosby’s, picture perfect property courtesy of the Skinner family, and a fire, no, a blaze….better still, an inferno. One of my better memories is that of Cor and Matt warming their backs and sitting down quickly, soft-scalding themselves with delight. Times were had.
There were gunshots, bow and arrow shots, slingshots, cheap shots (ever played corn-hole?) and snap shots.
Of all the moments that were grand (not every moment was, some were beautifully mundane), perhaps all pale with the sight of boys engaging in impromptu leg wrestling; two opponents lay down on the ground, lock arms, and then on one, two THREE!, they lock opposing legs and try to flip one another over. Got a vision yet? Close enough. This is what boys do. They play, they wrestle, and dads watch in delight, and relief that they are not stretching forgotten muscles in a grassy, uncoordinated display of manhood. Trey Pitts was a particular delight because whether he was losing or winning, he laughed. Not chuckled or giggled, mind you. Laughed. Times were had.
The heart of this campout was to bring sons and dads together, and it is evolving into a time of bringing men and boys together. There was a lot of idle chatting, a lot of fishing, a lot of dirty faces, and a lot of joy. Thanks to Ken Magee for heading things up this year, Amy and David for campout cuisine unlike any other, and The Skinners for the guns, the land, the cabin, the….you know. As always.
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