Gareth and I spent the weekend camping with some of his cub scout den. The weather was perfect, warm during the day and cold at night. We hiked, cooked hot dogs/marshmallows over a fire and Gareth decided he loved whittling. I sketched while he and his friends whittled sharp sticks.
This was a stump beside our camp. Most of the time I wasn't sketching it a boy was jumping on, behind or falling over it.