It rained all day, but when the afternoon turned to evening and it was time to drop him off at camp the skies cleared. That's when we finally saw a bit of sun. We tromped up the hill and through the woods to his cabin where I hovered and fluffed like a mama bird, certainly enough to embarrass him. And then the professor said, "He can handle the rest." And he could. Gulp. Father and son gave each other a quick fist-punch. I snatched a short hug. Certainly no kisses! Then we were off again... back through the drippy woods, back down the muddy hill, back to the car. And he was there.