Mind you, he was JUST back from Iowa. (More from that hot and humid trip on another post.) But he was game for camping.
I think he had a premonition about the raccoons...
He knew the very trail they'd make their sneak attack from.
Side note: it's also the trail Ian took to his own semi-private bathroom. He got quite a kick out of "watering the bushes." Boys are just so lucky.
Harlan loved the campfires, and especially roasting marshmallows:
Naturally, he loved the ocean:
And the sand too:
Ian built him a throne made out of rocks...
And then had a little fun at Harlan's expense when he wasn't looking:
Snort. Funny every time.
I'm hoping Harlan might catch a ride with my nephew who is headed for Hong Kong soon.
What do you say Tyler? ;)