Father Son Camping

I thought I had already blogged this but I couldn't find it. I'm probably thinking that Jenna did. But I'm reposting anyways, just because. Casey and I double upped on Father and Sons camping trips. We went to his first and ours the next week. The first went great, the second not so much. At least not for me. Spencer was sick and neither of us slept. Both of us ended up with pneumonia after.

Weston + fire = stick
Spencer throwing rocks in the fire
He doesn't have to wear pants if he doesn't want to. Dad's in charge.
Our sleeping arrangement with the port a cribs.



I have no idea.

Yep playing cars on the asphalt. He was a happy camper.
Weston can throw bigger rocks than the other boys.

Good ole Benson drinking the water. At least the water looks ... clean?

If you are going to throw rocks, you need to stand on the very edge of a very steep dam.
Five minutes after we left on our way home and these guys were done.
Gator and his not so manly sized rock throwing.