Griffin and I went camping this weekend - up off the Peak to Peak Highway, North of Nederland. It was last minute, and I knew we weren't reserving any Memorial Day Weekend campsites, but I knew of this place from last year where we could find a place and camp on the fly at no charge. Actually, we camped at the same spot we camped last year - right by the Sourdough trailhead.

We set up the tent in no time and went about the business of making food. Unfortunately, there is a fire ban, so we had to make do with the camp stove for all things food-related. Burgers and corn were fantastic, but roasting marshmallows over the camp stove just doesn't have the same feeling. Griffin didn't seem to mind, though.

The wind was crazy Saturday night. Probably the worst night's sleep I've ever had as I sat up wondering if I should gather up my boy and get in the car before a tree blew down on us. You laugh, but you should have seen the trees that littered the area. Blow down from months previous all over the place. We got through it, though, and I managed to squeeze in a few hours of sleep.

Our hike on the Sourdough trail was fantastic. We talked, jogged, philosophized; we drew pictures; we found the boney remants of a mountain lion's dinner.

Before we'd left, we stopped at the used bookstore and picked Griffin up a book on doing card tricks. He's pretty into it. Frankly, I've never seen him study anything so hard. He's actually getting some of the basics down from this book, and I'm going to try to work with him on learning some of the tricks. I can hardly wait for July, when Griffin will get a chance to work his magic for his magic papa.

Hiking and Philosophy

Today we walked the railroad track from our house into downtown Louisville for nice hot drinks. Griffin paused to pee in the snow on the way back while Berit and I walked on (Pam and Rowan were ahead of us still). When Grif caught up, Berit asked him if he had written his name in the snow.

"No. Then everybody would know whose pee it was."

To which Berit replied, "then you should have written Daddy's name."