Camping at Fawn Creek

A Weekend Spent Camping at Fawn Creek Campground
                               during which I see neither a fawn or a creek

The boys scrambled into my van and noisily seated themselves, I started the engine. then I laid down some ground rules for the trip. Pseudo-sternly I stated, " I am banning a certain particular bodily function AND any discussion of that certain particular bodily function."

My own offspring was the first to transgress; however, not the last. And here is where we will let that subject lie, hopefully forever, but probably not.

We were some miles down the road when the subject of camping supplies came.up.

 A. asked me knowingly, " So, did you bring an extra blanket?"
"No, I brought two."
"A flashlight?"
"Two."
"A poncho?"
"Two--and two umbrellas."

Yep. I am the personification of the boy Scout motto: Be Prepared.

I spent the weekend wearing 3 shirts, 3 jackets, 2 pairs of pants and 2 pairs of socks. Which probably explains why I looked rather pudgy. Either that or the Caramel Apple Cobbler.

Ahhh, Caramel Apple Cobbler. That's what I called it anyway. P. said the recipe, a closely guarded secret, has been handed down from generation to generation in his family.  Well, perhaps that isn't quite what he said.

(I am certainly not going to admit that almost anybody could find that recipe on the internet if they would just google "Dutch Oven Apple Cobbler.")


Fawn Creek Campsite--Tent city!                                    

             

wildlife in campground--a teeny little scorpion

wildlife outside campground--a "herd" of bison

new scouts work on earning "fireman's chit"

making Caramel Apple Cobbler

                                                 

the finished product

It may not be pretty but it was delicious!

Good Eating around the campsite

The Cobra Patrol had meatball sandwiches and the Adult Patrol had Beef Stew. I wouldn't want to brag but since I wasn't the only one who was cooking, I can brag a little. It was the best stew I have ever eaten in my whole entire life,which might have something to do with the beef STEAK we used! Thanks, Grubmaster!

Flowers in camp. Just smile and nod. It's what I do...take photos of flowers...and boy scouts.

Our Trip to the Museum at Fort Sill

Cleaning up and packing the trailer.
How many scouts does it take to put the trash in the bin?
Apparently three.

Chandler's bass shows up again

Our scoutmaster, sharing a Sunday morning devotional.

our troop