All the kids got to roast hot dogs over the campfire, then eat at the big table.
After fireflies, s'mores and a few ghost stories from Derek, they all slept like babes.
At least for a few hours anyway...our rooster was Amblen, perched on a log at 6:00am sharp. Some things never change. I suppose we should be honored that he doesn't want to miss out on any of the fun :)
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