This weekend we went up Squaw Peak for a little autumn camping. As usual, our children emerged filthy, bruised, bandaged, and completely happy.
Sam took care of packing his own provisions, namely vast quantities of Saltines and Goldfish. The boy loves his carbs.
Ben likewise did his own packing - several cans of rootbeer. This one likes his sugar as much as the other likes his carbs.
Dinner time! Chili cheese dogs - standard Morningstar camping faire
And when you see this face, you know that random acts of mischief aren't far behind. Never dull, never dull.