We spent the weekend at a small campground not too far from home. Perhaps a half-hour drive, nothing more. Most of the sites were taken up by permanent residents, you know, the type of campers who really only like going to one campground and, therefore, pay by the year. However, there were a few open spots for the random guest. Lucky for us, the three other families we camped with were able to camp right next door. This makes bonfires so much easier!
Of course, this campground also offered golfing and fishing. Yep, the golf course is attached to the campground, which is why it was selected in the first place. You see, this camping trip actually had a purpose other than a little bit of well-deserved R&R. We were there mainly in support of a benefit to raise money for a scholarship program put together in memory of a sweet 17-year-old girl who had been killed in a car accident a few years back. The scholarship goes to qualified applicants who are pursuing a job in special education since that had been her passion.
While Ken golfed, I ran the kidlet to his last soccer game of the season. They won 6-3 if my 8-year-old can be believed. It sounds right. I just didn't keep track of the score myself. I just know our little guys played hard.
After the game we picked up pictures and the little guy took a quick shower at home. On our way back to the campground we swung by our friends' house to pick up their two boys so I could babysit them until their dad got of work (he was on call and mom was heading off to work).
Having two extra kids tag along might sound like a pain, but it wasn't. In fact, I think they made things even better for my boys because if this campground lacked anything, it was children. I don't think I saw more than a handful the entire weekend and my boys were by far the youngest of the bunch. So playmates were a good thing!
Oh, and did I mention they could fish? Yeah, you know the boys were in heaven.