It's tradition on the last day of camping to roast weenies over the fire. Coop was the super roaster except for the time he dropped the hot dogs in the fire and made an ash out of himself. Bu dump bump.Camping is an interesting social experiment, especially with children. There are certain "rules" that need to be adhered to for a peaceful existence in the woods. So, we have tried to train our three sons that you don't walk on someone's campsite, you don't go into someone else's camper, you don't touch the animals, you don't leave your bikes and 14 other toys at someone else's site and all those other considerations that go along with existing for a short time in a small space with lots of people (not to mention, dogs.)
Well, over the weekend we had a boy from another campsite attach himself to us. His grandparents didn't seem to mind that the boy was constantly on our heels. At all different times during the weekend Riley (age 8) could be seen entangling his dog with Roscoe (after being asked 17 times to keep Dodger away.) On other occasions, Riley asked me if he could come into my camper, buy him DQ, get him some sunscreen, feed him, and on and on. Really? Come on. Another boy in the park asked my father-in-law if he could see the inside of his camper. What the heck? What is wrong with this picture? It's not the kids I can tell you that much. Kids need social training. Clearly, some parents don't think so.
So, our long camping weekend comes to an end. It will linger for a while in the campfire aroma buried in our pores. Even as the boys start school tomorrow, the bug bites and scuffed knees will remind me of the great adventure we call camping and all that we have to look forward to next year.
Hancock Camping Motto: Be courteous, be kind and don't be hard to find.
