Before we left for Montana, I read a review for a book called something along the lines of Let Your Kids Do Dangerous Things. It included all kinds of fun, essential childhood conquests like supergluing your fingers together, spear-throwing, tree-climbing, etc. One thing on the list that wasn't especially dangerous but brought back a flood of fond memories from my summer camping trips as a kid was Dam Building. I knew immediately that it was time for Nia to learn how to build a dam, and the simple joy in influencing nature's course. However, I have a broken foot. Thus, the MT trip was well-timed so that she could learn from Uncle Kyle while I chronicled the great moment in her childhood.
