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This last week­end Old­man and J went with about 500 other guys in Mis­souri to a camp out called “Pow­Wow”.  It’s with a group that is very sim­i­lar to Boy Scouts.  J grew up in this pro­gram and went all the way to the end which means you get a super cool saber with a comen­da­tion from the Pres­i­dent of the US. You have to do a lot of sur­vival train­ing camps, etc.  Every boys dream.

Old­man is def­i­nitely a boy’s boy; how­ever some­times he over-analyses fun.

Appar­ently he didn’t have too much prob­lems with that this week­end! As they left to bond with com­plete strangers and trees, I told J “bring back my boy in one piece, breathing”!

He came back exhausted, exhil­er­ated, and with not much of a voice.  They worked on their aim at the BB rifle range and the archery range. He con­quered his fear of heights by climb­ing a 18 ft lad­der to swing on a huge rope swing.  His team beat the socks off the other teams at paint­ball and rubber-band gun wars. He flicked off ticks like they were crakcer crumbs and, of course,  sac­ri­ficed a life­time of marsh­mel­lows to the Camp­fire gods.

He came back with a lit­tle more con­fi­dence and a whole lotta more appre­ci­a­tion for momma’s cookin’!