This afternoon, for the last time this season, we went up north to bid our favorite day-camp adieu. A last minute phone call to Joel's brother cemented our dinner plans as well. It was quintessential camping weather, layers were necessary. We even spent a few minutes in front of the campfire before we left to get Emma in bed, on time.
Brothers don't shake hands...brothers gotta hug!
Chicken brats over an open flame...yum!
Uncle David was being 100% silly
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