Our weekend started on Wednesday night.
We've discovered that the early bird gets the best spot to camp.
The scenery changes year to year only by the color of the fall foliage.
The guys rode out of camp onto the very dry dusty trails Thursday, Friday and Saturday mornings.
this crew drove into camp to join the fun.
While the guys were gone..
the rest of us had a tailgate party.
There was some pretending....
Grandpa stayed back in camp with us on the Saturday because that is the kind of Grandpa he is!
We took a picnic down to the river for lunch.
The river was icy cold
The potato chip bag was passed around and then carried by the one who found it fairly handy to have it slung over his shoulder.
The rocks were slippery and a little too high for the protection of the gum boots.
Eventually the water filled gum boots were removed and the little ones took the ferry across to the rock.
There was practice at skipping rocks.
There were fuzzy little friends found.
There were found boards ready to paint.
There was some trial and errors at building fires.
One day it might actually work.
I'm not artistic but I love to see artists at work.
Eventually the day riders came back and the little ones were able to take their turns.
Grandpa in the front with the littlest....
the two in the middle and the Daddy at the back.
I was there while those little ATV's and the motorcycle were loaded onto the flat deck.
I yammered the whole time at them...
and then left them to load them up and prayed they would have lots of fun...
and come back safely.
There were a few photos taken of them on the gravel trail....
and on the paved trail.
All their BMX bicycle riding has made them good little riders with our without motors.
The littlest had his lessons in riding too.
When his little thumb got sore from holding down the throttle lever.
It seemed that pushing would be just as much fun!
they had some fun riding across the river.
Ah... made it across.
On Sunday the camping grounds emptied out and we were left with a wide open space for the littles to ride around.
The campfire was kindled again for a weiner roast before heading home.
The day started out near freezing and it was decided that wearing fleecy jammies was much like wearing long johns.
Once the wieners were roasted...
the fire was doused.
Eventually it warmed up.
The littles were cleaned up a bit ...
because it always feels best to be clean to fall asleep.
All arrived home safely.
We had a wonderful time.
all for now...