Post Script on a Scouter

The Scouter has returned from his overnight backpacking trip.

In one piece. With all of his equipment intact. And DRY! (BOOYAH! Thank you REI ratings system!)

I could hear his smile through the phone when he called to let me know that he was a half hour out. And when I picked him up he was chatty and excited and already raring to go on his next campout.

We've been listening, for the past hour, to:

stories of a pond full of tadpoles, so thick the water was BLACK
and fording a river and ramen noodles for dinner
and silly skits by the campfire
and someone fell in the river
and someone else twisted his ankle, but that was okay because he used BamBam's hiking stick on the way out
and so on and so on and so on.

And so it goes

And so they grow.

Whew

one down, 5,367,894 other moments to go