Gary put so much work into making this a really good first camping experience for Noah. Noah was beyond thrilled. Anything involving getting dirty, being outside, alone time with dad, and beef jerky, is a winning combination in Noah's book.
I have just about two pictures from the last three months of Noah by himself. He tells me he doesn't like having his picture taken anymore, and runs from the camera. But give him a prop in the outdoors, and suddenly he's a ham again. I knew he was faking it.
I've heard no less than twenty stories from the 30 hours they were gone. In addition to the fishing, they spotted three bears, some bats, crayfish, lots of cool bugs, and a mockingbird. I tried calling it a "mockingjay" but neither guy had any idea what the heck I was talking about.
I'm blogging this vicariously for Gary, as I am the designated writer in the family... but it is easy to see why he loves this place so much!
I'm so thankful for a husband who is a good dad. And so thankful Gary and Noah could check this adventure off their list.