Jenni very kindly prepared some magnificent foil dinners for us. While everyone else ate their PBJs, we dined on roasted burgers with onions and zucchini.
The first morning was cool and beautiful. Max tried fishing, but caught only sunshine.
The funniest, messiest, silliest thing the boys did was have a massive seaweed fight. The goal, apparently, was to see who could get hit in the face by the biggest nastiest clump of slimey river-bottom plants. 
Friday afternoon, we did a float down the Muddy Run in tubes and canoes. Stewart wisely rested up before we left. It was a long float down.
Sam and I took Grandpa's canoe out for a spin around the corner. We were sad he couldn't be there (because of his torn hamstring from softball the week before).
Sam often talks about how much fun it would be to have a dog, but I'm not sure he enjoyed the neighbor's spaniel begging at breakfast...
The clouds on the second morning made the lighting really wild, almost like an eclipse. Max had fun skipping rocks.
The most boring part of any campout is the cleanup before going home. We had to deflate all of the inner tubes before we could leave.
I first saw this sign three years ago after going to this campout, and was glad that it was still up. This time I had a camera!Stewart is the undisputed firemaster at all of our campouts. His best fire trick is using whatever he can find as a bellows.
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Thanks for the beautiful pictures! Love the ones of Max fishing. Glad you take the camera with you.
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