4th of July

These are a bit old. But we had much fun over the Independence Day weekend. Beckett, as usual, was a goofball on the car-packed drive down.


Once we got down there the dads got busy starting smoky fires out of the sodden branches strewn about the campsite. And in a creepy Koontz moment they realized they were the only people on this beautiful blufftop campground.

I'm pretty sure this (below) is why we go camping.