Algernon's Afton

Algernon wanted to treat the troop to some good R&R outta the city. So we packed our packs, took the Z-Breeze to Evanston, transferred to the N-Blast and landed at a little lake called Murphy in Bridger National Forest.

It was close to dusk when we arrived, so we set up sleeping arrangements immediately: girls on one side, boys on the other. The Upper Twin was having a bit of separation anxiety about the matter and bent Edward's ear about it.

Pascal, Penny and Silas prepped the camp fire for our tin-foil dinners. Why is it that you can stare into fire and never get bored? Why is it that food always tastes better when camping?

I'm usually always up before the sun—especially when the temperature drops below 40º.

Having separated during the night, The Twins were chilled due to the lack of body heat.

Algernon spent some time listening to the pines and watching the mist rise off the lake.

When Roman woke up, he began an immediate hunt for wild flowers...

... which caused Stilts to follow, whistling something from Tom Petty.

Yvette and Edward made some real progress in understanding the difference between bird calls and bird songs. 

Pascal found his camouflage with the Indian paint brush and then immediately consumed them.

Just when we thought she couldn't get any better, Sophia pulled out a real show-stopper / jaw-dropper: tip-toeing on water.

Black Jack, Penny and Silas conjured Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer to help raft the lake.

Summers are for outings and camp outs and QT in the great outdoors with your favorite peeps.