A few months ago before Sunday school Zach was talking to a few of the guys in the class and the conversation somehow drifted to the need for a man trip. Some people (like me) might say, “Yeah, we should plan that,” but not my husband. He said “Put it on the board. That makes it official.” Onto the whiteboard it went, and Zach became the official coordinator. A date was set and, after several weeks of making jokes about crafting spears before bear hunting and cooking Spam over a can of Sterno, the men headed out.
Zach and nine other guys spent the weekend at Hanging Rock State Park. They ate meat, played sports, and generally did things that would’ve made their wives nervous. Very manly. Meanwhile, the girls had a scrapbooking night. Everyone was happy.
