We bayed at the full moon, the full moon almost as full as our hearts.
We ate birthday smores.
We waded upriver and tried to float back down.
We played football and chess and Bohnanza in the woods.
We sat around the campfire and told our favorite stories about Ethan. Mine was about the time the principal called because he had beaten up a third grader.
Just for the record, it was a glorious weekend in the wilderness.
Who needs Eden?