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I am on a sandbar in a tent in the middle of the Brazos river in August sweating on top of a vinyl sleeping bag, typing on a blackberry with no signal while I use my children's underwear for a pillow, thinking what a privilege it is to spend this time with my boys who fell asleep in these same conditions in a matter of seconds and will wake up in the morning refreshed and ready for some serious dude time. Oh the lengths to which men go to tie strings with their boys.
We had a big time today. Several cliff jumping escapades. rapids. Swimming. Fishing. And the always popular FIRE. Doesn't much matter what's for dinner if there is fire.
See you tommorrow. Have my sleep number bed tuned up and an appointment to the chiropractor scheduled.
Love you big.
Did I mention the racoon that I have been listening to for the last few hours trying to find a way into our food? He is NO match for cunning of this human.
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