Hocking Hills

The kids and I camped for two nights at Hocking Hills. It's an incredibly beautiful place. And, once again, we were almost alone there. This is good, except for when predator-prey action goes on outside your tent. Then, the solitude is a little freaky. Eleanor and I (Calvin was asleep) wished that the dying animal would just die already.

Calvin had the quote of the trip, "Eleanor, is this better than handwriting?" (Handwriting is their least favorite "subject" in school.)