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Dustin and his brothers on the 4 wheeler

This is the second year in a row that Dustin has managed to get his brothers together.
Not an easy task.
3 jobs.
3 significant others (sometimes).
Kids (for some).
Miles and miles of distance.
A sweet boyhood bond that makes it all worth it.

Last year was Austin City Limits, where we rocked out to The Pixies, Jack Johnson and Ben Harper and left to dine in Austin's finest vegetarian joints (for Shane--the oldest) and take silly pictures of eachother, while discussing indepth childhood topics like "butt-bustin" and Dustin's alter-ego "LumberJack".

This year, ACL will be a no go for the boys, because of Shane's touring schedule, so we made plans to attend their Uncle Rob's 50th birthday party at the Camp. Dustin's family has a girls camp, "Camp Arrowhead" located in Hunt Texas, just outside of Kerrville. It is a gorgeous place and I've heard countless stories of growing up there. I have seen where forts were built and battles fought. Where they searched for treasure. Where they stalked out female campers. It's just a cool place for little boys to grow up.

Once we stepped foot back on the property, it was like they turned into little boys all over again. We drove all night to arrive at camp at 6 am. My husband, the amazing sleeping machine, was up at 8am, to ride 4 wheelers through the woods with Blair (the youngest). We ate and played and swam in the river and chased fireflies (well, i did anyway :) The boys played music with Rob while the rest of us bobbed along and took pictures. Quoting silly movies and song lyrics.
We talked for hours by the gazebo and more hours on the dock, and even more hours as the sun came up outside the "mess hall". I ate entirely too many baked cheetos and kicked back quite a few diet IBC root beers (the hard stuff) :) and the fun part--the "Screamer". No camp is complete without a ropes course, and luckily, the instructor was there so we suited up and played on this huge rope swing. So so so fun.

And as quickly as we arrived, it was time to go home. We woke quite late, cleaned our cabins, said goodbyes and made the long trek home. It was an expensive trip. Gas was ridiculous (and only worsened upon arriving home). Long driving hours. Little sleeping hours. Horrible Whataburger at 2 am. But worth every second. Now next year...that may be a challenge. Mexico, anyone? :)

"Reunited and it feels so good..." (what a cheesily inappropriate song, yet it still runs through my head as I type!!)

posted by mindi11 @ 8/30/2005 10:43:00 PM