After spending three hours at the border, they finally saw that we were no threat to the nation and allowed us into the United States. As we drove through the heart of Seattle late at night, and the lanes going off in all directions....we managed to survive with the truck and the more than comfortably wide trailer. Sid was a little stressed, as I kept taking in the beautiful sights of Seattle late at night. We arrived at Black Lake Bible Camp late and night, and were greeted by a man named Tom, who graciously stayed up to help us park our trailer. Little did we know how beautiful and LARGE this camp was until the morning. The staff here is incredible, and they engaged us quickly. Our boys THRIVED here.
Payton had the opportunity to attend day camp on campus here. He LOVED his time. We would drop him off at 8:30am, and pick him up at 4:30pm. We were not sure how he would do, but he loved it. Payton, being Payton, spent the first few days just watching other kids, and finally by day three, he had found a good friend (Tyler) who he would spend the remainder of his week with. Swimming every day, crafts, games, tuck time, singing time.....we could hardly get him to come with us at the end of the day. 
I think Sid found it a bit harder with Payton at day camp than I did. By day three, Sid gained confidence.
Payton graciously picked out the clothes for Cole this day, and we could do nothing to coax Cole out of them.
Payton and his camp leader T.V. (everyone has camp names)
Cole survived the week, but did miss his brother....a couple of times. Often I would find him running across the field with as many as 10-20 boys chasing him in an all out starwars battle. Sometimes he would be chasing them. What a site to see a large group of boys running from a three year old. Many with weapons of some sort in there hands. In this picture, you see some of them tending to their fallen warrior
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