Getting Muddy

When I asked my 6 year old what he thought was the best thing about our weekend camping with the scouts, he answered immediately, "getting muddy".

And get muddy he did. Lots of times.

It was one of those weekends where kids could really be kids.

Some children barely left the water; others discovered a passion for archery and shot arrows all day long. There wasn't a Nintendo in sight.

Thanks to a shallow billabong beside the river and abundant life jackets, even really little children could take out a canoe and learn to row.

You couldn't have a camp without toasted marshmallows on an open fire, could you?

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