We decided that we would do a picnic dinner Tuesday night at one of our favorite haunts. It was like a ghost town at the campground due to school starting the next morning. It was fun practically having the whole campground to ourselves.
The crew getting the fire going.
S'mores are an essential part of being at Whiting Campground!
These two love to play with fire . . . and catch marshmallows on fire.
Bud says that this guy gets his mouth from his grandmother's side of the family.
Ha ha, you think you're so funny!
Looks like a varmit got a hold of our bread.
One did - and she is almost two years old!
Wishing our dad and grandpa was with us to enjoy dinner.
The newest clan member - 2 1/2 weeks old!
These two had a blast running and chasing with Uncle Jakie.
She did not want him to stop.
Two of the cutest kids - and no I am not biased.
Roasting a marshmallow.
Chewing the fat around the campfire.
If you got all sugared up on soda pop and marshmallows
you would have a silly grin on your face too!
Ooh that fire is so hot.
Here she is blowing on the hot fire.
Isn't that what you do when something is hot?
Enjoying the evening, listening to the crickets
and watching the summer fade away!
and watching the summer fade away!
The moon over the mountain on the drive home.