camping in the snow.

K. For those who know us, you know we love camping…  But the concept of camping in the snow was new to me.  Not in a “really? there are people who camp in the snow?” way, but in the “wait? you mean you expect members of my family to do that?” sort of way.  And yes, apparently scouts are really into the freeze your booty, stay wet and lose your tent kind of camping.

So, I sent my son and hubby off, wishing them well and secretly rejoicing in the fact that as the mother I wasn’t expected to go but instead could teach the girls how to crochet baby hats.

They got there pretty late the first night. Luckily there was a cabana they could all hang out in. Not sure if it is considered cheating or not for them to hang out in a heated area while snow camping, but I’ll let it pass, just this once.

apparently the weather forces thought that it was funny they were camping also and decided to have a little fun with our small group of guys.  This was one of the tents after its occupants crawled out of it. Matt said he had never seen his tent literally lay across his face.

Since when has a black stocking cap made my little boy look years older and so very handsome?  I love this picture. But, it also smacks reality right into my face to ensure that I realize that the boy is indeed growing up.

The nest morning they drove to the Ape caves for some hiking.  Don’t they just exude their toughness?  you get double points if you can find Matt and Mike in this picture.

Heading down into the cave.  Inside, if there was no light source it was pitch black.  Couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face.

Apparently there were points in the cave where navigating narrow crevices and rock climbing skills were in demand.

Truly, there is nothing like the light at the end of the tunnel though.

Thus ends our tale of two brave guys who showed no fear despite freezing temps and pitch black, Closter phobic-like conditions.

I was glad to hear that they had such an amazing time that I did not stop hearing about it for a whole four days.  I am thankful that another ward has welcomed my son and hubby since Mike is the only 11 year old scout in our ward and spent the summer having fallen through the cracks,  most of all, I am thankful that I was able to stay in the warmth and comfort of my own home.