On Tuesday, Kameron and his team left for High Trails. He packed up his snow boots and winter coat (which was weird considering it was 90 degrees here at the time) and I dropped him off bright and early so he could make the 2 hour trek to the campsite.
Armed with a camera, I reminded him to take lots of pictures (after I reminded him to brush his teeth, take a shower and all that other motherly stuff I'm required to do) ;). And then I didn't hear a WORD from him for 4 days. They had no cell phones and honestly, probably didn't think too much about calling us. ;)
On Friday, Frank picked him up in the middle of a sea of weary 6th graders and Kameron was excited to tell us all about his adventures... buffet lunches, sleeping in cabins, 6am hikes, and his souvenir block of wood... I'm still not quite sure I understand the fascination of that one... but ok! LOL I asked him, "Did you take lots of pictures?" He said he DID! Awesome pictures! "It was so pretty there, mom!!"
I plugged in the camera today expecting to see pictures of him and his friends being goofy kids, fun times in the cabin, and too close shots of boys faces. Instead, I got this: