So.....

This happened over Martin Luther King, Jr. weekend. I went to spend the night with Charlie, Ryan, and Chelize (a family friend, I'll talk more about her later). The plan was to build a "snow cave" and sleep in it, of course. It was a lot of fun. We built up the fort under the fort in their backyard so we did not have to build an entire "cave". We put tarps up on the sides and under the wooden fort so nothing dripped on us and one underneath us to keep us dry. It took a while to build all the walls; I forgot how often youth are distracted, haha. I was like the dang taskmaster, I sure that if it weren't for the peach "cobbler" then they would have hated me, haha. So, I got a dutch oven for Christmas and I decided to use it by making cobbler. I thought it would be a nice treat and bring a real feeling of camping, even though we were in the backyard.
We had a fire going and I had separate "coals" (an enviro-log for their fireplace; compacted old cardboard) for the dutch oven; it was on there for about a half hour. Everybody was ready for the cobbler so I cracked it open with the promise that we would eat it no matter what stage of cooking it was at.
Well, the butter melted, and that was it. So we had cake batter with a can of peaches and a stick of butter, all mixed up into cobbler soup.
We all slept well, Ryan's toes were really cold and needed one of my blankets, other than that though it was good. After we broke down "camp" in the morning we played football in the snow. That was a sure highlight. We could tackle and trip each other without it really hurting, we all had a good time. Charlie (11) and Chelize (12-13) were against Ryan (9) and me (23). C & C kept doing running plays, and Chelize is a hoss of a female, quite tough to get down sometimes. Ryan would just jump out of her way if she was heading for him, it was great! On the last down of the game C & C had the ball; last point would win it and they were like 2 yards from the end zone; I was not going to let them win, haha. So, I reared back, knowing they were going to run it and hit Chelize with all of my force, her feet slipped out from under her and she landed on her back, knocking the wind out of her. She was a little hurt, not talking for a minute or so, face turning purple and stuff, and the game was over, but Ryan and I did not want to celebrate our win on that note. It was a great weekend. Oh, the tent was for the "code-ster," he slept inside though. I wish I had pictures of the football game.