Camping with the old fart...

Two of my favorite things about camp are spending time with my father in law, and my lovely wife's grandpa. Time with the father in law is golden, but time with the old fart is by far more rare. I only call him the old fart here because that is how he introduced himself to me our first meet. It was a family party, everybody assumed I knew everybody, he sat next to me, offered his hand, and said..."I'm the old fart". We've chuckled that ever since. This camp was interesting and more fun not because I got to yak with him a few times, but because he now goes out of his way to yak with me. This man doesn't do this lightly, if he shares words with you, he likes you. If he doesn't like you, you might get a hello and a handshake,,,,maybe. This trip, I feel pretty honoured this. Silly as it sounds, now he's my grandpa too.....:)