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the boy

Camping

The Boy has headed off on his first solo backpack camping trip. They left today at four, with the plan of hiking about an hour to their first site.

Tomorrow morning, they pack up and head further into the Foothills Trail, camping one more night before heading back Sunday.

And of course, it's raining there right now. If it's raining like it is here, it's a light rain that shouldn't cause too much trouble.

But it's rain nonetheless. Did we prepare him well enough? Is he going to keep warm and dry this evening? Will he accidentally put his pack up against the wall of the tent and get his stuff wet? There's no way to know until Sunday.

Getting Ready for the Trip

The Boy is going on his first solo camping trip this weekend. He and seven other scouts are hiking in to the first site Friday afternoon, getting up Saturday, hiking most of the day, then setting up another site for the night. Sunday, they'll head back out.

This is not the camping he's used to, with a car nearby, potable water on tap within walking distance, and the ability to carry whatever kind of food one wants. It's all dehydrated meals and the like, and filtration for water after his initial supply is gone.

He's very excited about it.

John Rock

Walk-a-thon

Conestee Sunday

"Let's go for a walk at Conestee this afternoon," K suggested after lunch. She and the Boy had gone to church while I stayed home and did school work and the Girl headed off to work, so we hadn't spent any time together as a family. Yet as is often the case these days, "time with the family" really only means K and I with the Boy.

The Girl, almost 17 now, has her own life: she hangs out with friends, meets them at football games, goes to dances with them, drives them here and there. She has volleyball and work along with her heavy load of AP classes (all four classes she's taking this semester), which means when she's home, she's usually doing homework. Or sleeping.

Soccer

Water Portrait

Lake Day

First Day of Soccer

The Boy played his first two games today: tied the first one.

And in the meantime, two idiots proved themselves to be such.

Fight

The Boy told me about it the moment I walked into the house. "There was a fight at school today. A big fight." Apparently, two boys got into it during lunch, and it happened right in front of the Boy.

"Were you scared?" I asked.

"Yes!" he replied without hesitation or self-awareness of the fact that such a response would definitely mark him at some schools among some kids. One of those involved was someone E knows, and he was a little worried about what was happening to his friend and a little worried about what might happen him.

"I'm definitely in middle school now," he concluded.