This year was different. This year, he and I didn't really spend any time together. Mr. P and Bear came this year, and Shark is a year older, and we had a large community campfire instead of individual fires.
I feel like I only saw him from a distance, running and laughing with his friends, while I had Bear glued to my leg. (Really, Bear was trying to keep warm. The Den may have qualified for the sub-freezing camping patch.)
It was a great trip except for the part where I couldn't sleep at night because it was that cold.
And the part where we finally got home to a warm house and we all needed baths and a nap and Shark and I didn't get those things because he went and stabbed himself on the hand (it was more like he tried to fillet himself actually) within 10 minutes of walking in the door and blood was everywhere (which I missed because I was putting Bear down, but it gave P a mild heart attack), and I had to take him in to see if stitches were required.
Other than all that, and the possibility that my hair still smells like woodsmoke, it was awesome.