Mickey Mouse vs. Tarzan

I love Mondays. Well...I love Monday nights. At our house Monday night is Family Night. That means that at 7 the phone is unplugged, any device with a screen is turned off, and the door goes unanswered. For a few short hours it's just the 15 of us. Not every Monday night is spectacular. Sometimes the bickering gets the best of us. Sometimes plans fall through. And sometimes we just have to grab a can opener, a case of beans, some frozen hot dogs and hopefully a bag of marshmallows and head for the hills.
That's what we did last night and I am so glad we did. It's so refreshing to step away from the world with my little army.
We found a group camp site that had been abandoned because the bridge to it had been washed away. No problem! Everyone worked together and we forged the stream, babies, watermelon, hotdogs and all. At one point it looked like a sandbag assembly line as we passed objects from person to person across the river. And the consequences of all that hard work? An entire, beautiful hillside full of wonder and adventure ALL TO OURSELVES!!! It's not Disneyland....and I'm so glad that it isn't.