And herewith, the pix.
Daniel resting in my hammock
I allowed both grandcubs hammock privileges, which I have extended to very few others. I must be getting soft in my old age.
You light up my life
We didn't bring a Pack flag, but we managed to identify ourselves in a unique manner.
Early morning in camp
The baristas get up first so that everyone else can function
James wearing Grandbear's wizard hat
A perfect Dutch oven treat for a fall campout
My congregation this morning
Multitudes in the Valley of Decision -- well, a mini-multitude, anyway