Snag in the Making

Sitting at our campsite, all alone, most of the campground emptied out because it's Sunday afternoon, I hear a HUGE crack, look over, and the tree in the campsite next to ours falls over. That's what we call a snag. My boys are now in the process of chopping up the fallen remnant of what used to be a tree. We're allowed to collect and burned dead and downed wood, and I think that tree now counts.

Snag Attack

Whittlng Injury

J has been dying to have a go with the hatchet, and this is his chance. I've been telling him that he has to have Bill supervise, cuz that boy is stubborn as the day is long. I really just want someone else telling him what to do, so I can be support but not main guidance.

In addition to all the hatchetting going on, NB just got his first pocket knife and has been going to town with whittling projects. And so injuries ensue. But never fear, K is near! She took on the first aid with gusto, though she proclaimed that she'd rather be a vet than a person doctor. All in all, we've been having a fun time working on our camp skills.