Madness Madness Madness! All is Madness.

In my youth, my family used to go camping three or four times per year. I don't remember how long its been since our previous excursion, probably over 15 years. It was fascinating to experience it again as a father, an adult and with ALL my siblings (5!) AND our children (10!)… add few spouses and my parents and our total was solidly north of 20 people. I really don't even know how to begin to describe the texture of chaos that rule the weekend. I'm amazed that only one person required stitches and only 7 stitches at that.

Never turn you back on a fire. The very moment that you do one of the nephews will either:

A: Try to burn something that shouldn't be burned. ants, plastic, wet wood, raw eggs, etc.

B: Try to transport a piece of the fire elsewhere. I distinctly remember turning around to catch a glimpse of one of my nephews pedaling his bicycle around the corner while holding a 7 foot long burning pole set in a classic jousting position.

C. Try to increase the size of the fire by a factor of at least 2. Never mind that its 2 in the afternoon and 85 degrees out.

All this is very amusing to me because I remember doing / wanting to do, ALL the things I was constantly hollering at the boys for doing.

More later...Writing todo list:
Logistics
Biking
Arches
Dirtyness/Rental Showers
Moab
Sounds
Food
SLC