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The Final Countdown (but only if you sing it like Europe)

Well… it’s week eight. The last week of summer camp. Down to the last few days. Oh man it’s been a long summer. There have been marker mustaches, felted rocks, poop found in the strangest places, gnome chapels, cardboard robots, a hot dog costume, bee stings, rope swings, onesies, songs about killer rabbits and washing chickens. And that’s where I’m going to leave it. But I’m also going to leave summer camp talk behind with a few last pictures…

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Zombies versus Pios…. because sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference.3862358124_6f964b3167_b

My short stint as “Sweet Android” the android with a mustache. I tried really hard to make it through dinner wearing that thing but it wound up disintegrating pretty hard before we finished.3862875272_9204a7cf32_b

The last cabin photo. And…

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One of my favorites of the summer. They weren’t my favorite cabin by any stretch of my imagination, but this is a pretty sick photo.

I know I still have the rest of today, tomorrow and Saturday left, but I think this is as good a time as any to say good bye to camp and hello to regular showering, sleep and other nonsense.

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Camp is a place full of bizarre happenings, cute things and busy busy children. One of my favorite quotes from the past week happened during my cabin’s river swim. One of the girlies was paddling around in front of me at about waist level when she starts to prance around. “What are you doing?” I asked her. “Oh, I like to make art in the water with my pee…” she answered with a dreamy little smile. My eyes got bigger and I looked up at the life guard who is making up the other half of our supervision and we get our “Oh…. huh” faces on and try not to back away too quickly. Nice. Anywho, enjoy these pictures from the past week and a half or so.

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We were playing Holy Grail tag. Essentially people can tag you on the limbs and when a limb gets tagged you lose it and so you have to hop around or tag people with your remaining limbs, whatever’s left. Think the black knight at the bridge in Monty Python’s Holy Grail. Anywho, I was down to a torso and I had to wait for someone to tag me on the back so I could join the dance party on the “out” bench.

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The ragger’s ceremony that happens every Friday. For once, I don’t have any rags to tie! Last week I had two more than I wanted to do and it turned from something rewarding into a stressful mess.

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Bubbles cure all evils.

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The Teen XL program did an epic hike last week and this is by far one of my favorite pictures. If you put your finger over the right 1/3 of the picture you think “ahhh… what a lovely photo of people who have just accomplished something amazing” and then you take off your finger and think “OH MAN! What the…….!?? Who is that DUDE?”. That would be Like Fire. This is part of the tradition, the hiking muumuu tradition. This makes me so incredibly happy.

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Looking at different kinds of sticks during our Tuesday night camp-out on the beach. I really love the questions Pio kiddies ask about things like bugs and rocks and leaves.

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Like Fire with Capture the Flag warpaint.

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Ace make a killing during water anarchy. Water anarchy is basically a structured water fight of epic proportions during heat waves.

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Some of the felted rocks the girls and I made during our cabin time. I wanted to try this with some kids, I’ve done a ton of felted rocks on my own but it was so much fun with ten, 6-9 year-old girls… and look at their little faces! Oh man, this made my day.

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You wouldn’t believe how popular Sponge Bob is. I mean really, it’s like he is the Elvis of Pio-aged children. Most arts and crafts related things are about SB, skits are about SB and pool time is all about SB. Goodness.

Ohhh… Camp

I’m halfway through another week, just after the overnight on the beach with the kiddos. My camera might die soon so I thought I’d share some pictures just in case it does.

dscn0930Cage Fighter grilling hot dogs in a hot dog costume. It needed to happen, right? Right.
dscn0925This week’s girls doing a group exercise. Things blew up, there were tears and tantrums but in the end they finished.
dscn0922Squid was being so patient with them.
dscn0920Tortilla face strikes again! Thanks to taco Tuesday…
dscn0918Crow got them to play a game when they finished climbing the climbing tower early.
dscn0915And here’s a picture of the cabin, more or less. My area is around the corner and in the deep dark woods. It’s way too dark to take a picture so you’ll just have to imagine the glory that is a counselor’s room.
dscn0913And here are the baby birds! They’re in a nest right outside the window at eye-level and oh so tiny. The boys have figured out that they exist (and that the tree isn’t poisonous like we said it was… oops) and now they’ve started to harass them. Nice.
dscn0901This week is duos week at camp! In arts and crafts the girls traced me and then made the super alter-ego for Sweet Pea. How great is that!? I have some wicked yellow teeth, green chicken pox/freckles and some zany tights.

Now, I realize that some of this might sound mighty boring, but this is what I’m going to call camp cool. Ya dig? Good. You should. Now, other things that happened this week:

I dressed up as Captain Kirk (which means I put on a shiny gold shirt) and then got rugby tackled in my costume during a skit.

I caught my finger on fire… and didn’t notice.

A cricket bit me.

I wore a marker moustache all day.

I played “The Klingon fairy of Good Choices” during chapel (Kirk and Spock were a pair of campers I was trying to influence to make good choices… oh man… welcome to my summer).

Tune in next week for more goings-on.

The First Week

I found this little poem by Dallas Clayton that seems more than a little in keeping with the theme of this summer.

SOCIAL

Sure, making friends is different now
than it was at camp
but it still holds true
if you can’t be bothered
to get out of the corner
and ask those folks
if you can play with them
no one is ever going to give you a cool nickname
like “Lightnin” or “Magic.”

It’s the end of week one and I’m exhausted.  I started the week with 10 sweet girls between the ages of 8-9 and ended with 9 kiddos (after a bout of “missing homeness”… yes, that’s what we’re calling it these days). It’s been tough, they got here at 2 on Sunday and they just left at 10 today and we’ve been going going going in between.

Roughly, the schedule is this:
7 am. WAKIE WAKIE!
7:45 meet at the flag pole, sing some songs, wake up
8  go in to eat eat eat!
8:50 clean cabins
9:15 chapel
9:45-12 hiking/archery/river swim/horses/climbing tower/drama (chose two)
NOON LUNCH!
1-2 quiet horizontal time
2-3 pool
3-5:20 games, or two of the previous activities
5:30 Flag
5:45 dinner!
6:30 ….. alright, well, it gets fuzzy from here. There’s a couple hours of activities involving games, running, challenges, then an hour or so of campfire and then embers which is where we reflect on the day and then bedtime by 9:30.
The girlies are usually snoring instantly. I’ve been reading a Dr. Seuss story about yawning or something every night (back by popular demand) and it puts them out like lights every time. I don’t know what counselors did without Seuss.
On Tuesday all of the pioneer campers and counselors went camping out on the beach. That means that we run them as hard as possible during the day, then take them down to the beach and let them root around in the sand for a few hours, feed them s’mores and then pack them into their sleeping bags. There are a couple of kids crying about bugs, a few are cold, they all need to pee constantly and then there’s the sand. However, they all fall asleep eventually and so do we. Fast forward to 2:30 am. Rain. Yes, rain. It started to pour so we had to wake all 45 of the kids up, load them up with all of the stuff they packed in earlier and march them up a rather steep hill and over about ¼ of a mile to the cabins.  I had one camper collapse on the hill in a tantrum, crying crying crying. Keep in mind that I’m exhausted and sick, trying to keep track of 10 kids and keep them moving. Oi. That was a very very long day.
Favorite quote of the week:
“My brother is all natural, so I could just compost him too!” while we were talking about the compost pile during our environmental activity.

News has invented a new day called “moustache Wednesday”…

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Heck YES those are some sweet ‘staches. Later that night I sang a song in a giant, adult sized onsie. Complete with ‘stache.
dscn0886And here’s the cabin with Ruba (she works in aquatics and sleeps in the cabin with us) right before the dance. She decided that getting them dressed in funny costumes would destract and deflect from boy talk (yes, some of them talk about boys) and it worked pretty well. I’m developing a bag of tricks and this will definitely have to be one of them.