At the beginning of June our Boy Scout den was invited out to a tipi raising. A member's grandma and grandpa generously donated their time, land and tipi for the event. I was quite stoked as I had never been to a tipi raising. It was quite the hit with the boys as well. They pitched in as best they could, but most of the heavy lifting and such was done by the adults or should I say the dads, of course. Another first for me was the event of eating a hobo dinner. Apparently this involves wrapping meat and veggies in foil wrapping and cooking it over a fire. Unfortunately due to winds, ours were grilled. They were still tasty though.
The boys were a bit disappointed as they were to light fires for one of their badges. We were supposed to cook dinner in the tipi, so I totally concur with the feeling of being let down. Perhaps another time. After all, with such gorgeous vistas, who can be disappointed for long?