We squeezed an end-of-season camping trip in. Just before the weather turned too.
The boy and I arrived in time to grab a good spot and had a night just the two of us before the rest of the homeschool/unschool crew arrived. Another ten tents went up the next morning.
Kayaking, many good conversations, hangouts at the awesome waterhole, the best coffee, spotlight at midnight. Possum raids on the camping kitchen in the night. NZ camping at it’s best.
I hardly saw the boy.
It was so good. (Those two statements are not related!)
I love those people.