Camp Day

We drove to Duck Mountain this afternoon to drop Jared off at St. Michael's Camp. He was pretty excited, especially for the "swings of death" Kaitlynn had told him about after her trip to Ampo a couple of years ago. Actually, she's talked about them often and how much fun they were.  They sounded dangerous, and now that I've seen, I'd like them torn down please. I hope he doesn't get too seriously injured.

The cabin he's in is rustic to say the least. The bunk beds may be more of a death trap than the swings. Oy! I thought they were going to come down when he tried to get on.  He just had to have the top bunk of course.

I don't know why camp seemed like such a great idea.  I couldn't wait to take him.  As we were leaving, I wanted badly to take him home with me, and I miss him so much already.  It didn't help that he gave me the cold shoulder when we left. No public displays of affection for him.  Good thing we took the time last night to say our goodbyes. I pray that he has a good time and maybe even makes a new friend.

Who the hell designed this contraption?!