We headed over to the church to pick him up around noon and knew we'd have a day of unpacking, laundry and repacking since we'd be heading to the airport at the crack of dawn for an 8:30am flight.
Lily started squealing as soon as he got out of the car of the people he rode home with and we could see him!
He hugged me and said, "Mom. Seriously. Look at my feet." Gross.
They had to unload the trailer that carried all their gear before we headed home. He was exhausted and despite not wanting to unload at home and clean his gear so that I could start laundry, he did just that all while talking about why there were random things like a clothespin in his pocket, ducktape in another, how his camping chair broke and he fell through it, what his favorite part of the week was and that he wanted to go back next year. I'm glad he had a great time!
And pretty soon this was what life looked like after Scout camp.