This past weekend, the boys made their annual camping trip up the Susquehanna river. The wives were only invited once and after a near-drowning, were weren't invited back. I was packed and ready to go this year, but being the only woman going, I backed out and decided to let it be a "boys weekend." They never really get to do this kind of stuff and I thought by next year, there will hopefully be kids in the picture for a coupld of the boys. From what I heard, it rained Saturday night, bonfire was good, steaks I marinated went over well, and there was tons of food left over. Besides John's cut up leg, I'm so glad they had a wonderful time. No one drowned, no one lost a limb, and they had another great bonding experience.
A look up the Susquehanna River; mightly low water...
Bob and Joe loaded down with tarps, water, drinks, sleeping bags, and of course, homemade brownies :) YUM!
John manned with fire wood to last a year, food, tents, and a one-man paddle. I just love the life vest laying in front of him; thought it was used for more. Oh well.
