Another One Year Anniversary

This past weekend, my youngest son Andrew and I went with about 150 other fathers and sons to a remote, primitive campground in the Pisgah National Forest.  This was Andrew's second Father-Son campout and his first without his bigger brother being in attendance.  We had a great time.

The picture you see was taken at last year's campout.  At the closing event of last year's campout he was running through the forest chasing the evil "dragon" when he tripped and sliced open his hand.  This picture is one of my favorites because it demonstrates what a great spirit exists on this campout.  I have my friend, a plastic surgeon, doing the stitching, another friend and doctor, the one who found my wife's cancer, holding a flashlight, and then a third doctor, off-view assisting as well.  The joke was, did I know how much this would cost me if I had this same service in the ER?

This year, we again went into the forest for the closing ceremony, but this time Andrew stayed right by my side and even held my hand as we went there and back.  I think we were both a little nervous...  Fortunately, we arrived back in Greenville, with no injuries!