What could be a better way to start a Fathers and Sons campout than to do what you do everyday at home? Yes, Charlie loves his truck and it occupied his attention well while I set up the tent.
Charlie had to wait patiently for our tin (aluminum-nobody uses tin these days) foil dinner to cook while others roasted their hot dogs. But, he did a phenomenal job waiting since there was much novelty in the whole situation.
Here he is again.
And again.
I have no clue where his exuberance is aimed. It must be the new 2013 Benz since that won't happen again for a very very long time. By the time he can drive, we'll let him drive our 1999 ML that will be 28 years old with 1,000,000 miles.
This is Charlie helping to hold down the sleeping bag since it was trying to get away.
Charlie kept throwing his trucks in the trunk and then wanting them back out. I'm not sure what that was all about.
We threw rocks in the lake. It wasn't even a lake. Perhaps it was a pond. Either way, he got quite a kick out of it. He would throw with such spunk that I thought for sure he was going to end up with the pond with the rocks.
Look at the wind up! And for such a small rock! :)
I liked this picture because you can see where the rock ker-splunked. In the distance there was a zipline where kids would come racing down the mountain and let go and fall into the pond. I could only imagine what was going through Charlie's head as he saw people turning their bodies into projectiles.
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