One of the things we planned to do while Sophie was at Girls camp was to take the boys camping. So we loaded up the van with our tents, sleeping bags, and all sorts of camping gear and headed up the hill. Evidently this is a very dry year so we had to go up pretty high up into the Sierras so we could have a camp fire. They were prohibited any lower down. We ended up going to the exact same spot as the girls did for their camp. We pitched our tents at a camp ground right across the street. We could even hear the air horn wake up call the girls got each morning.
We slapped them into our cast iron skillet and lit the stove for a quick fist fry. Henry didn't quite know what to think about frying fish with their heads and fins still attached. He kept telling us to cut the heads off. We just added a little butter to the pan and fried them up.
After one more night sleeping on the ground we headed home to swim again in Grandma's pool. We were so filthy it was the perfect ending to our camp out. My boys got to commune with nature and do a lot of manly things. They loved it!