Boys will be Boys

Having stayed at a campground (or two) this summer has renewed my faith in boys. When we got to Telluride I was kind of disappointed to see my boy cousins (who range in age from 10 to 17) all in the basement of this gorgeous house playing Xbox. Now, I love me some video games, don't get me wrong, but the crisp mountain air and the views from this place were stunning. I could not tear myself away from the mountain vistas and the alpine glow.
Fast forward to Heron Lake in New Mexico. We're sitting around the campfire drinking coffee when one of our neighbors stops by and fills us in on the campground gossip. Apparently, the day before our arrival, some boys had been in the bushes, unloading a BB gun on a lone seagull at the lake. Heron Lake, is a man made lake, but it's a wildlife refuge for osprey, so someone called the camp host, who called the ranger, who gave em a lecture and (gasp!)took away there BB guns.
This story made me think of an earlier park incident I'd been privy to at Lake Somerville in Texas. One lazy afternoon when we were checking in with the camp host we heard over his radio there were boys on the roof of the bathrooms looking down in to the women's showers. From the tone in the park host's voice as he responded, I don't think it's the first time this had been a problem. I was overcome by giggles and my faith in boys was restored. This summer I hope the kids turn off the xbox and spend some time outside, in the real world, shooting BB guns and trying to sneak a peek at some boobs. Remember, the children are our future.