I’m married to one, a father, and he’s out at the lake with the kids on his own all weekend. What a great dad he is. My own father never took us on solo camping trips (there were 4 of us) but when we were older he ended up taking each of us, one-by-one, on a weekend getaway and I still think about that short resort trip in Ontario cottage country every so often. We played a lot of cribbage together, it might have even been the weekend he taught me how to play, and I failed miserably at waterskiing. I also took off one night of the two nights to the employee cabin to play Suck and Blow with a bunch of strangers. Oh life! You’re so strange. They were very welcoming but I wonder why I couldn’t have spent that night playing cribbage with my dad. Ahhhh now I’m speaking of regrets. Today is about him, and I love him dearly.
My camping loving partner is out there making amazing memories for his children and they’re so lucky he’s who he is. A fun dad. Happy Father’s day to all you dads out there, you’re all so different but you have one major thing in common. You know what it is!!