We visited Grachur again this weekend. It was a mix of great times and the frustrations of potty training in the wilderness.

Chris figured out that some people just drop their pants and empty their bladder out amongst the trees. I guess he figured he could do the same but something went wrong. He came shuffling up to us Saturday afternoon and interrupted our Scrabble game at the cabin. His shorts were soaked and straddling his ankles and he was chanting "Potty."

Later, someone told he us they saw him shuffling like that all the way from the main clubhouse area about 150 feet away!

Here are the boys tossing around the old pig skin.

We had fun posing around the boat pier.