My wife and I have four children. We took our firstborn camping when she was all of three weeks old. While the kids were young, we were able to take them camping just about every single month of the year. The kids didn't seem to mind snow and blizzard conditions nearly as much as their mom did. lol.

In fact, they hoped to be snowed in just after setting up camp. It was always fun to be in a tent with them with candles, good books and games while the heavy snows came and buried us. All of our photos of those years are on film though. Here are a couple of my favorite memories:
My son made Eagle Scout. I always tried to spend the week with him at Scout camp, as well as participate as an adult leader on the longer high-adventure trips. This is him earning his wilderness survival merit badge. He had to construct a wilderness shelter, spend the night in it, and then survive a 5 gallon bucket of water being tossed on top the next morning. He studied the structure of ferns very carefully to figure which orientation would shed water the best. Not a drop came through!
Here's part of his young patrol on the section of the Appalachian Trail:
Obligatory snake pic:
Here he is with an older patrol overlooking the Hudson river valley. We camped for a week near West Point Academy, toured the Academy, took daily hikes, had a tour of the NY SWAT HQ, and had a ball the last day at a long-distance rifle range.
Here he is on a family camping trip near Queeche Vermont. He built his own frame-and-skin kayak out of some leftover lumber from our tree-house project. The skin was three mil. plastic painter tarp. Worked really well for seeing the fish underwater! Sorry for the orientation. PhotoBucket is giving me conniptions!
Here are two cousins having fun cooling off in the mud before lunch. We were following in the footsteps of John Wesley Powell on the Green River in Gray and Desolation Canyons. Spent just over a week on the river:
Was gorgeous!
A different campsite every night:
On a hike to where an early prospector have been buried:
Another time a few of us combined permits to take our self-supported, small group rowing and camping for 15 days down that wee Arizona Canyon. It was the trip of a lifetime and I would do it again in a heartbeat.
Here's me at the oars, and you can catch a glimpse of what kind of food and gear it takes to camp that long on the river:
Here's another shot during the cold, early days:
Most scenic campsite in the world!
Around 800 years ago, someone abandoned this, probably in a hurry or even the victim of a raid. As far as I know, only three people know the location of this pot: the government worker who documents in-site canyon artifacts, his boat pilot, and me. The practice is to leave all artifacts intact and in site unless threatened by erosion, damage, discovery, etc. They are catalogued every few years. This is about 18" long and well concealed where it's owner cached it and never returned.
Inside:
A herd of these fellas came mighty close. Sorry for the old digital camera technology:
Lots of day hikes. This one to an ancient granary.
Scouting a cataract. Really gets your blood going in the morning:
Sometimes this happened (this was a guy on a small 14' raft. It went over several times

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This view from another day hike. We're very high up, but you can't tell because the canyon is just so huge:
Charlie: Thanks for letting me re-live some great memories with friends and family. I'd post more, but I'm afraid I've already overshared.
