Our vacation lodging was mostly a Cabin of Estrogen. The girls outnumbered the guys 7 to 3. Still, that ratio was a little better than what J.C. is used to, so he enjoyed the male company. When we were out hiking,
the boys had fun doing those things that boys do, like having leaf races in a stream,
and jumping off of stumps.
Then we came across some cool beaver work.
When the boys saw this one, their eyes bugged out, their chests puffed up, and they had testosterone pouring out their ears. "Do you think we can knock it down?", "I bet we can.", "We really should. It is a safety issue." "Yeah, it is our responsibility to knock it down so the trail is safe." "And I could tell everybody at school I pushed down a tree!" "We can totally knock that down." "Let's do it."
There was no stopping them, so they pushed and pulled and kicked and scraped until that tree came down. Then their heads exploded from the pressure of the giant egos.
Here is their handiwork.
Then there is this picture. I'm pretty sure J.C. just couldn't contain all the testosterone in the air. Its a good look for him, eh? Or, uh, not?

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