So, we weren't sure how the trip was going to go after Brandon managed to wreck his bike and Jacob stood in a fire ant pile--all within 5 minutes of arrival at the state park, but it turned out to be a pretty good trip. Brandon had fun with his friends, Jacob had fun draggin mom around (I clocked 7.4 miles on my pedometer on Saturday afternoon before accidently hitting the reset button), and Rick had fun eating dutch oven cobbler. The best part? Nobody gotten eaten by alligators. Brandon and Rick set up camp, it's Jacob's job to bring the pillows and sleeping bags from the car. Rick does all the cooking while I do all the chasing and picture taking. They didn't catch any fish, but the scouts managed to set up a secret fort and survive several rounds of pinecone wars.
