



But not for Ken. He braves it all. Showing our kids the accurate manner of Doing It the Right Way.
"Camping - the art of getting closer to nature while getting farther away from the nearest cold beverage, hot shower and flush toilet -Author Unknown."
We have cleverly managed to avoid actual camping for the last three years of Cub Scouts. But, you know, there's only so far you can get with that tactic. So this year instead of the usual Day Camp sign up, we enrolled...okay correction, Ken the Brave & Bold husband and father...signed up for a four day camping extravaganza at Camp Fleishchmann. If you click on the link, it will take you to another scout troop enjoying their outdoorsy experience about three years ago at the same location. Well, the camp is still there. Along with a copious amount of dirt, bugs and well, Port-O-Potties.
Here's the set up that my two brave boys slept in for a total of three glorious nights. I wish I could now enclose the transcript of the actual texts I received from Ken that first day. They involved the spotting of a fascinating number of insects all within the confines of the tent, the sighting of a bear by an early morning jogging Dad (not Ken, for those of you wanting to know), the breaking of the one can of Deep Woods Off I insisted he take and the Mess Hall disaster where tomato paste was confused with tomato sauce on their one and only meal. And to think, that was all on Day One.