I am grateful for the great time I am having with both my lads at scout camp here on Newcastle Island. It’s a great spot, and there are great people here. We’re camped right by the water. As I write this I am in my tent between two sleeping kids, listening to the murmers of the last stragglers around the campfire and the waves lapping at the shore.
We had a full day. They practised making fires on the beach. We went kayaking. They ran around lots, having the time of their lives.
As my late grandfather used to say, “it just doesn’t get any better than this; and sometimes, I don’t even think it gets this good.”