This month they decided to camp in a cave. Why did they decide to do such a totally odd thing? I have no idea. I once camped in a cave when I was a Scout. It was in Wisconsin. There were several other Scout groups there. Boy and Girl Scouts.
I cannot imagine an outing like that now. They had us separated somehow, I can't remember how. It is crazy.
So the boys played in the mud. And crawled through tiny cracks in rocks.
TINY CRACKS!!!!
It is madness I tell you.
MADNESS!!!!
Here, let me show you.
First, Harrison. muddy. wet. tired. dirty.

It was another successful, muddy, tiring, cam pout.
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I am sure the memories of these adventures will live with them for many years to come.
(Although personally - my worst nightmare!)
Was that the Lost Creek Cave trip? All those pictures of the boys going through the skinny cracks reminds me of my last trip there. When I had to crawl on my stomach for a long time through one of those skinny cracks. I developed claustrophobia during that...and come to think of it, I have never been in a cave again.
Hi Cynthia...your blog is so much fun and what a wonderful family you have!! I am your swap partner for Christmas in July and I look forward to visiting you often and learning more and more about you!!
That looks like great fun, ok maybe not for me but for them. A great story to tell anyways....
why didn't you come get me to tell me I was missing all this goodness
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