Henry stepped off the trail and picked wild raspberries from the kind of bush Dad had pointed out earlier. As he munched, he dropped his backpack and looked around.
The pines went on forever. Gray boulders poked out of the ground. He heard a stream nearby. It was the best camping spot! Henry knew Dad would love it.
But would Ryan?
Ryan was Henry’s younger brother. This was his first camping trip. So far, Ryan had complained about everything.
Henry saw him coming up the trail with Dad.
“Can we stop now?” Ryan moaned.
“Yes,” said Dad. “This is where we’ll set up camp.”
“Finally!” said Ryan. “My feet are killing me!”
Henry and Dad got out the cooking supplies while Ryan sat on a rock. “This is boring,” Ryan complained. “I wish I had some video games.”
Henry knew how he could help. He grabbed a pair of binoculars from his pack. “Here, Ryan,” he said, handing them over. “Try these. Maybe you’ll see something cool.”
Henry went back to work. After a few minutes, he turned around and saw Ryan looking through the binoculars. When Ryan noticed his older brother watching him, he scowled.
Later, Henry got out bowls for dinner while Ryan sat on a log.
“It’s too quiet,” Ryan said. “I wish we had a radio.”
Henry was sure he could help. He pulled his harmonica out of his pocket. “Try this.”
After a moment, Ryan put it to his lips and started playing quietly.
Henry pretended to ignore Ryan’s playing at first, then he said, “Fun, right?”
“It’s boring,” said Ryan. But he played a few more notes before putting the harmonica down.
Finally, dinner was ready. They ate chili and washed it down with root beer. After dinner, Henry sat next to Dad. Hundreds of stars filled the sky. This really was the best camping spot!
But then Henry saw Ryan frown.
“I wish I had some jelly beans,” Ryan muttered. “What’s for dessert?”
Henry sprang to his feet. If he could help Ryan one more time, maybe Ryan would like camping. Henry went to a bush and came back with his hands full. “Try these,” he said, dumping wild raspberries in Ryan’s lap. Henry sat down and sighed. He had done his best. He stared up at the stars.
Then Dad said, “Henry, look. I think your brother is getting the hang of camping.”
Henry looked over and saw his brother gobbling the berries. Ryan tried to frown again, but he broke into a raspberry smile.
Henry smiled, too. Now it really was the best camping spot ever.