We took a little family camping trip this last June to Swan Valley. It was a short little trip (just one night), but successful, in that we all had fun and the children actually slept the entire night. (Well, they did wake up in the middle of the night to whisper-fight over their shared blankets, but they didn't even try to involve me or Abe, so I call that a win.)
A water fight between Abe and the children,
Sword fighting in a park in Swan Valley (after square ice cream was consumed, of course),
and a wrestling match in the tent (you can see evidence of our previous marshmallow roasting on Soren's shirt):
Besides all of this aggressive testosterone-letting, we also did a little walking, a little creek wading, and a little reading. 'Twas pleasant. Maybe next year we'll go for two nights.