The most memorable thing that my Dad did with me on weekends was camping. His idea of camping was hooking up the tent trailer and going to a campground that had a rec center for the kids to play in. But what I do with my son now is way more fun. We go up to Lost Lake, outside of Zigzag, Oregon, or somewhere similar. We pack bikes, a tent, all the camping gear. Favored activities are rowing across the lake, swimming and diving (cannonballs, too!), exploring the old growth forest, and mountain biking around the lake. We whittle sticks for roasting marshmallows. But the most fun is just the quiet one-on-one time we have to talk and just be together, away from all the distractions, away from school, the computer, legos, and away from mom and sis. Just the fellas. That time is priceless. I look forward to this book, as we have enjoyed the Big Book of Boy Stuff, too.