It was magnificent.
But don't think I had all the fun. Despite his planning inability, my Mountain Man had a wonderful night with his two favorite little people. They gorged themselves on hot dogs, honeybuns, and chips. They built at least three fires, fished their hearts out, and came home filthy. That's called camping success.
Because my MM is a man, he took all of 15 pictures. (Compared to how I took 70 today alone.) These are my favorites:
|Bella and her very first catfish! She was proud of catching|
but it was up to her daddy to release it. Fish aren't for
touching, she says (and I concur). She does bait her own
hook though! (This picture makes my heart swell.)
|You didn't think my Mountain Man would take his show|
on the road without electronic babysitters, right? What
else would they do at night? Tell stories? Talk? Sleep?
|See above caption.|
***This post is part of Wordful Wednesday and Wayback When-esday.***