Carter went on his first official camping trip with Dad this weekend to the ward Fathers and Sons' Outing. They headed a few hours northeast of Phoenix where it was still cold. There were still a few rules about safety, but not much in the way staying clean, playing with sticks and rocks, getting sticky, or where to go potty. He had the TIME of his LIFE!
Helping "Grandpa" Joe gather firewood and starting up the fire.
Sticks in the fire, but stay on the log!
His first sticky roasted marshmallow.Disclaimer on this one: I took our old digital camera so I didn't have to worry about anything happening to it. Nothing makes you appreciate a good camera like working with a junky one. No zoom, huge shutter lag, and the unique "feature" of flashing twice at night - once to get people to blink and once to take the picture of them blinking. But hey, it was cheap and digital and got us through at the time.
His bag of "gold" (spray painted gravel) and the prize he got for gathering it.
Proof that I was there too.
Loved the tents!
CRASH! The aftermath of going and going nonstop every waking minute and a rough night's sleep.
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