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Boys 'n the Woods

My husband and his brother went north to commune with nature. You know, those things boys do...

Play with fire.
Pee on trees.
Splash in big puddles.
Eat portable food like beef jerky and trail mix.
Wear the same clothes four days in a row.
Not shave.
Drink hooch from a flask.

...and so on.

They're 36 and 40, respectively, but they're just little boys in very tall, big-shoed bodies. Row row rowing their canoe through the Boundary Waters. Getting bug bitten and sunburned and smelly and dirty. Bonding the way boys do when they ditch modern conveniences and have no one cooking for them or telling them to wash behind their ears for a week.

They think I'm worried that they'll get eaten by bears or drown or go hungry or lose table manners and social graces.

I just hope they don't suffer a sibling spat and kill each other. There's no one around to break up the fight.

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