It is time to begin the father-son activities. So we fish. We practice ax-handling skills. Before I know it, an hour has passed. By nightfall, all the activities in the fresh forest air have worked their magic.
Little heads begin to nod around the campfire.
Tired little legs carry weary bodies to their sleeping bags before 10 o'clock. The kids, on the other hand, stay up all night. The next morning we are up at the crack of dawn. Not long after breakfast comes the part I have been dreading. Taking one last breath of fresh forest air, I enter the building at the edge of the campsite.