Brent took Creed to the annual Father's and Sons Camp out up in the mountains. There's a stream to fall in and sticks to run around with. Its a little boys dream come true...and it was SO highly anticipated...He had tons of fun last year and he talked about it pretty constantly for like 2 weeks. Unfortunately it got a little chilly the week of the camp out. When the boys got up there it was breezy...more like tornado than gentle breezy. Creed REALLY wanted to sleep in the back of the truck rather than a tent so Brent honkered down and did what he could the break the wind around Creed and they cuddled up for a looong night. By 700 when Creed woke up Brent stuck his head out of the back of the truck and there was only one other father son combo there instead of the 50-60 people there the night before...apparently tents blew down and pretty much everyone had had enough half way through the night... Creed slept soundly the whole night...Since everyone was gone and the wind was still tornado ish Brent and the other Dad decided to hit Denny's for breakfast rather than fight to make it in the weather...Creed loved every second and it didn't disappoint at all...Brent came home and needed some serious nap time.
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