Well, the Green girls have returned from 2 weeks of camp CrestRidge and fun was had by all. Or at least the girls had fun. Leslie and I stayed here and worked. In fact, the entire two weeks of potential honeymoonin' (Aw come on. I know you were thinkin it) was spent with me either at the office or the two of us painting the girls rooms. If I hear, "you missed a spot" one more time...
Oh well. Life is like that at times. On the upside, the girls really did have a dynamic time at Crestridge. You should check out the video of that place sometime. Here are a couple of pictures of the Meredith and Jenna and their cabin-mates.
Anyway, I thought you may be interested in a few things that I learned at camp, so many years ago:
1) Be aware of your surroundings at all times. Especially if you have a cabin-mate with a camp axe who appears slightly misguided. (based on actual event)
2) There is no such thing as a monkey-dog (scary campfire story) and there was probably never an escaped mental patient with an axe, on the loose at camp. On second thought, I must reread my first entry.
3) Lloyd Brewer sings in his sleep.
4) Kevin Bridges talks in his sleep. Generally quotes from the book Watership Down.
5) I was Danny's hero for a day at camp. Whatever happened to that kid?
6) I had the biggest crush on the brown haired girl at camp. My girls will not ever be attending co-ed camp.
7) Horseback riding is better left to theory.
8) Water balloon fights rock!
9) Camp food is pretty good, considering you are so hungry at the end of the day you would eat a wet sock.
10) Swimming in a pond is not a problem as a kid, but as an adult it's the equivalent of swimming in a sewage processing vat.
But enough of my wisdom for one night, my children. Please share your own camping stories.
7 comments:
Once, at camp, a girl I had a crush on asked me "Are you a boy or a girl?" Sadly I was swimming in the lake at the time. Alan was standing nearby and as a good friend should, he laughed at me uncontrolably. Awww, it was humiliating.
I'm trying not to think about what kind of swimsuit you must have been wearing...
One of my more vivid camping memories was one that happened when I was a counselor. I was helping one of my campers through an asthma attack. I was in no way medically qualified to do so, and was just a little bit stressed about the whole thing. I was then informed that my male counseling counterpart had lost one of my other campers shortly after slamming her head in a door. It was a long night....
Lloyd Brewer sings in his sleep because he is happy.
Charlotte, When you say "lost one of my other campers shortly after slamming her head in a door", do you mean she died or she was not where she was supposed to be? Either way, it sounds like the begining of a scary campfire story.
Oh no, no, no! She didn't die - she just wandered off into the night......she only WISHED she were dead when she got back. :)
I seem to remember you and I overturning a canoe before we'd left the dock, and were banned from canoeing after that.
I was at Camp once with two Amys and an Amanda. 8th grade maybe? Anyway, last year at a baseball game the conversation in our group turned to camps. Turns out the wife of a guy I knew is one of the Amys.
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