It seems like at least once a year we end up camping at Coon's bluff, mostly because it's close and it has water by. This time, in March, we came with Dad Jackson and Glen's cousin Nick.
Down by the river. I was going crazy trying to keep Bryson out of the water, so Glen tied his pants to a tree behind. As you can see, he's trying to get as close as he can while his pants are pulling off. 
Kade practicing to fish. A little later, he actually got in the water and the current pulled him under between that rock Nick's on and Glen. Glen fortunately was able to grab him quickly, but Kade was wet and cold. Just a little scary.
This is Dad repelling. We met a guy who was a regular at repelling and had all the equipment. He was so nice to let us all go down several times, he was even going to let us use it the rest of the afternoon, but we had to go. It was so much fun. I haven't been since college at EAC, which was like 7 years ago.
Glen.
Me. The first part is the scariest.
Dirt entertains boys for hours.
Bryson literally was rolling in the dirt, and Kade loved to make mountains.
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