We found a little spot off the American River in the Wenatchee National Forest, put up stakes and honestly, did everything one might expect on a camping trip: sitting around a fire, grilling, a big day hike, some whittling. Really--I whittled a walking stick. I thought perhaps that is a little cliche--I can come up with something better, but then again the media presented by the forest (sticks, limbs, etc) are very well suited for the tools at hand (pocketknife, hatchet) so the natural by product is usually something like that. I'll try harder next time. Mrs. 8's dad would carve little driftwood boats to float out in the nearest river for the kids. Which is very charming and I am not going to try to top that. Until we have kids.
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