Brad is part of the 11-yr old scouts, and we decided to go on a campout up to Payson Lakes. It is absolutely beautiful up in the mountains this time of year in which the fall colors are gorgeous, the temperatures are bearable during the day and just a little cooler at night. On the drive up, Brad was pretty funny as he wanted to drive up with his friends up to the campgrounds instead of driving with "dad." It's already happening! 
I had to get a good laugh with Brad. We sent him and a couple of the other boys on a chore to get some firewood. This 30' tree limb is what they came back with. It was hilarious. Most boys would come back with arm fulls of wood. Not these boys. They go for the gusto. Brad's leading the pack, Mitchell (Brad's good friend) is in the middle, and Liam (our next door neighbor/friend) is in the back. Little kids are so adventurous. It is so funny to see what they come up with
We made hobo dinners. It was so good as we added some cream of mushroom soup to the mix of hamburger, potatoes, carrots and other blends of spices. Cooking the tin foil dinner over charcoal in the fire pit tasted soooo good. These current leaders of the 11 year olds are so much better at cooking than I ever was or still am. I was impressed with their cooking abilities. I wish I had a touch of chef abilities in me, but my kids suffer every time I have to cook. I remember the first time I went camping as an 11-yr old scout leader in which I cooked, or tried to cook, a breakfast of pancakes, eggs and sausage and hashbrowns. I burnt everything to blacker than black over a super hot fire and my hashbrowns were horrible. My "hashbrowns" were not actually hashbrowns. Who would know that spaghetti noodles and hashbrowns look almost identical when raw. Well, these "hashbrowns" never got crispy and I could not understand for the life of me why not. Well, the boys that came with me a few years back, one of them being Ethan, cried because they had no food to eat, laughed at and with me for the horrendous cooking abilities and mocked my "hashbrowns." I now know not to cook spaghetti noodles for hashbrowns 
Brad tried to catch some fish but was unsuccessful. It was relaxing though. Where do my children get their love of fishing because it doesn't come from their dad. I get so bored with it and don't have the patience. I know some people love to fish, but it is just not one of my passions. To this day, I still have never caught a fish. I remember one time going with Nichole many years ago to a holding pond. Everyone gets a fish at a holding pond, right?! Well, not this outdoorsman. I think Ethan was only like 5 and he even caught a fish. I have fished up in Yellowstone on a river, fished a pond and the Potomac River when younger with my older brother Dale back in VA, fished Tibble Fork lake up American Fork Canyon with Ethan, fished up at Strawberry, maybe a few other lakes and lastly, here with Brad at Payson Lakes. I just am horrible. I am afraid, for as much as I love the outdoors, I am just not a true "outdoorsman."
Brad and Mitchell, the studs, got to walk around the lake. I'd say it was about a two-mile hike around. Brad, after having such a good time, slept the whole way home in the car.
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