The camping trip sounded at once fun and ominous. Three families, three days/two nights with thunderstorms predicted for most of the time. What were we thinking?
I'll tell ya...
We thought that time away from TV, Wii, soccer, and home work would refresh us.
We thought that time with friends would strengthen our kids' relationships with their pals.
We thought that a little rain never hurt anyone.
We thought that a 13-yr old young man ought to be able to construct a rope hammock and sleep in it for 2 nights.
We thought it would be worthwhile to watch a presentation on birds of prey.
We thought it would be sacred to read the Easter story around a campfire.
We thought it would be invigorating to hike to the top of a mountain, sit upon the boulders and watch the buzzards, from above.
We thought that shared meals with friends and loved ones would bind our hearts together.
We thought that watching at least 50 whitetail deer do deer things would inspire us.
We thought that staring into campfire flames would be restful.
And we were right.