I cannot imagine a better campground than Tanner's Flats in Little Cottonwood Canyon. Then again I haven't really camped anywhere else around here. Each site is surrounded by woods and when you want a shower you just go home for a bit (!).
Finn has an habit of waking up at the crack of dawn and on his morning stroll he and his dad encountered a young moose and got charged; quite the adventure which we memorialized in a banner.
It's been decided that we will make a banner at every camp now, they are so festive and Finn likes to learn his letters that way. I will have to pre-print a bunch of triangles in advance or use stencils on site.
On a smaller scale, I was given a few hours of solitude to do as I wished; they were spent practicing for the calligraphy class. Knees are not a good place to write with the pointed pen but still I persisted. Good times.