June 13-16, Jack, Tina, and I helped out at the Bozeman Camp Meeting, for the early reader age group. Such cuteness! We had a wonderful time, but with very little time to relax or sleep. Since we didn't really have time to cook either, it's fortunate that we were able to eat in the lovely and luscious cafeteria.
With Clancy along, it was a little crowded in the pickup, but we managed somehow.
Having gotten in too late for supper that first night, Jack BBQ'd us some Boca Burgers. I snuck up on him for a picture, but my focus beam alerted him that mischief was afoot. It had trouble focusing, and it took him several nanoseconds to get tired of the random flashing. Finally he turned to me, exasperated. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING???" Click. Now a timeless moment forever and always.
Our first night of camping at camp meeting, it had rained with extreme vigor, and the wind blew away the awning of a neighboring RV. The full-size air mattress I brought along was woefully inadequate for the Princess and the Pea, as we affectionately refer to Jack on camping trips. The next morning, I went and got a new double-thick queen-sized mattress. Jack went out and got a new double-wide and double-tall tent, with double compartments, thus earning himself the new nickname of King Solomon as he sat enthroned in his pavilion.
I had written a series of skits about the creation/evolution question, starring who else but the hapless children! We had to be a bit flexible, as it turned out, since one afternoon 3 of our 4 stars got stuck at Old Faithful. On the bright side, they got to watch it erupt more times in one day than most people get to see in a lifetime. I assure you, they felt very privileged.