Noah's favorite part was roasting marshmellows. He actually preferred his "squishy"...meaning he didn't have any patience to watch them roast, and just reached his paws into the marshmellow bag to eat them raw.
Way stayed up a bit past sunset watching the fire and chewing on our camp treats, until finally Noah got so tired he asked to go to sleep. We crawled into our sleeping bags and listened to the waves crash. Weston slept through the entire night without a peep. It was the first time he has slept through the night! Perhaps he was so cold he couldn't make a squeak to ask for food, but we prefer to think that he just fell in love with the outdoors.