But not just any camping:
Canoe camping. The best kind, obviously.
When A. asked Cubby if he wanted to go camping, Cubby said he wanted to go on a canoe adventure. Okay, said A., a canoe adventure and camping. We can do that. So the plan is to park the car on a road near this lake/swamp area and canoe to a campsite somewhere. This apparently involves pulling the canoe, laden with the two children and all the supplies, over several beaver dams. A. does not find this to be a daunting prospect at all.
Cubby has no idea how lucky he is to have a father like A. But he'll realize it one day.
And for today, there's canoeing and fishing and camping and s'mores.
Happy Father's Day, indeed.
P.S. I must obviously also wish another very special father of my acquaintance a happy Father's Day. Last I heard from him, he was sitting on the porch of his rented cottage in Wales with my mother, smoking a cigar and enjoying day five or so of their two-week vacation. So I think it's a given that's he's having a pretty happy day. But I'll say it anyway: Happy Father's Day, Dad. You took me camping too, and believe me, I haven't forgotten it.
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A most excellent adventure for father and son. Cubby may be just old enough to retain the memory as he grows up.
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