Labor Day S'mores

Every Labor Day we head up to my dad's to hang out at his cottage.  We alternate between swimming or having a campfire.  While the skies were clear, the temps weren't really "swimming" temps.  We opted for building a campfire instead.

I was in charge of collecting kindling with Eli.

 

 I was in charge of this branch...until it was in charge of me and

I went tushie over tea kettle down the hill behind me.

Eli's getting all his sticks in a row.

 

 The Eagle Scout gets things started.

 

 "This one has to go here for a perfect Tee-Pee formation."

or something super Eagle Scout-y.

Oooohhh!  A caterpillar!

 

Nate tries his first s'more

 

 Sam was not interested!

 

 Ben sinks his teeth in!

 

 Is this why they call them s'mores?

 

'cuz I want s'more!

 

Natey goes back for s'more.

 

Dave was so full from his s'mores that he needed a nap.

 

 Eli decided that he needed a carrot to wash down all the marshmallows.

 

 Ben concurred.

 

Sam followed suit.

 

 

 

On the way home, we saw a large black creature on the side of the road. 

Dave thought it would be a good idea to pull over to the side of Rt 93,

back up in the breakdown lane, and take pictures of the bear. 

 

By the time we got to it, s/he had scampered off into the woods. 

 If you look to the right of the double tree in the center,

and you zoom in 300%, you can see it.