Uncle B used to be an entomology major and pointed out the local insect life. This is a spit bug, both disgusting and fascinating. It lays its eggs inside these spit bubbles. Gross...yet fascinating.
Sam and B took a walk on a log, after whacking it with some sticks.
About fifty bug bites later, I was ready to head back, so we hiked back down the trail. Brandon talked Sam into parting with his many, many beloved sticks, by showing him how cool it was to toss them below the dam. Then we reunited with Joe and Andie at the playground.
Sam and I played soccer with a ball we'd brought until he found an abandoned dump truck at the beach. After that, we headed back to our campground (Great White Pine) for dinner.