Eli's Exciting Weekend

Instructions for Eli's Exciting Weekend:

1. Get checked out of school early on a Friday afternoon. ("See ya later, Suckers!!")

2. Assemble only the most essential gear - compass, magnifying glass, binoculars, net, foam sword, remote control dragon fly, stopwatch, canteen, HP Bk 1, headlamp. Oh, and a toothbrush.

3. Put all essential gear on your person. Remember your favorite stuffed animal, Snakey!
4. Relax!!



Best Stories:
Eli wondering what would happen if he touched a burning stick from the campfire
to a tent. Not our tent, of course. Well, he found out. Kevin, we're Soooooooo sorry.

First time trying out .22 rifle in a creek bed shooting water bottles and clay pigeons off of a log. Eli went last of the group of men and boys. He shot 9 out of 10, best of all the boys, and most of the men. I'm pretty sure he gets his dead shot abilities from me. Wait...no...that would be Adam.

Eli was so excited, he just wanted to be in the tent. So, he just went in that tent. And he was just there. And he just loved it. :)

Thanks Adam, for taking him on the Fathers&Sons Ward Campout! (We don't know if Kevin thanks you for taking him though....)

Camping at the Lost Dutchman State Park

Happy Easter!

Hope you enjoy our pictures! (These were all taken before the sleepless night - that's why people are still smiling!)

There is picture below which I shall entitle "Underwear aFlambe" and the story is that Lizzie, dear Lizzie, forgot to pack herself a change of undies. As you can see in the pictures, Eli and Lizzie boldly got into the very chilly Canyon Lake and got soaking wet. Wet translates to cold in about 10 minutes after the sun goes down in the desert, and it's hard to get warm with wet clothes on. It took some time, but I finally convinced Lizzie to hand me her underwear, and while she was barracading herself in the tent, we dried them undies as quick as we could - on a hot dog stick over the bbq fire.

I said, "Lizzie, don't worry, I won't blog about this - you'll be too embarrassed" and she said

"Blog about it, I don't care. Blog about my underwear!"

Which of course became our new chant for the night.

Soon enough, we had her in dry and very warm undies, and the world was a much better place!