Friday night our son’s school had their annual Fall outing at Firey Trails a meeting place way out in the woods west of Tulsa.
Son always likes it. It wasn’t cold at all. In fact he told, I’m really hot. I said take your jacket off dude. Oh yeah he said. Sometimes I wonder?
Bill, the man who is here, there, and everywhere, cooked the hot dogs and later told stories at the camp fire.
It wasn’t explicitly a Halloween event but some students showed up with costumes. This young man wanted to make sure that I got the teeth in the photo.
I forget what this young man is supposed to be. A superhero of some sort no doubt.
The medic for the Wolverine. I innocently asked who is the Wolverine. That led to a long involved discussion that I just couldn’t follow about the Wolverine and his superpowers and the relationship to other superheros.
Hot dogs, chips, chili, fritos, cookies, cake, pop. All the basic food groups. You have to have a well rounded meal.
And of course smores. Here one of the dads shows the youngin’s how it is done.
Amazing how the vibes change from year to year. Sometimes the students are full of energy and halfway wild with lots of drama. Friday night the mood was mellow.
Of course the hayride is the can’t miss event. Especially the last ride of the night. Upper classes only and it gets attacked by the Seniors. Lots of noise during the attack. Three pairs of glasses lost.
For the moms the big event was one young man with a guitar who wanted to play a song for his girlfriend on the bridge. Of course he made the mistake of saying that that was what he wanted to do. The moms were all swooning and falling all over themselves. I was proud of him, he is figuring out this girl thing early. (Some of us never do.) (Note I had permission, if “knock yourself out” is permission, from the young man’s mother to photograph the event.)
Another year at Firey Trails in the books.
