Sir Linus accompanied me to work yesterday and spent the day hanging out, mugging for the ladies and being generally the cutest bunny to ever hop around the office. He also starred in his very own video… but, more on that another time. I can’t wait to see it, and I’m sure you can’t either!
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…
The last cabin photo. And…
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.
I just figured out that there is an online gallery for every week this summer at camp and it’s updated just about everyday. We could play a Where’s Sweet Pea game and try to spot me in some of them… or not. Here are the two official cabin pictures for the two weeks I’ve been working, and then an extra bonus piece of awesome.
Can you spot the bit of awesome? I was dressed up as Captain Kirk (yes, that’s my Kirk costume) and doing a cabin call about pirates. It doesn’t get much better than that. Don’t ask me when the last time I showered was… the answer is: too long.
I found this little poem by Dallas Clayton that seems more than a little in keeping with the theme of this summer.
Sure, making friends is different now
than it was at camp
but it still holds true
if you canâ€™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 â€œLightninâ€ or â€œMagic.â€
Itâ€™s the end of week one and Iâ€™m exhausted.Â I started the week with 10 sweet girls between the ages of 8-9 and ended with 9 kiddos (after a bout of â€œmissing homenessâ€â€¦ yes, thatâ€™s what weâ€™re calling it these days). Itâ€™s been tough, they got here at 2 on Sunday and they just left at 10 today and weâ€™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
8Â go in to eat eat eat!
8:50 clean cabins
9:45-12 hiking/archery/river swim/horses/climbing tower/drama (chose two)
1-2 quiet horizontal time
3-5:20 games, or two of the previous activities
6:30 â€¦.. alright, well, it gets fuzzy from here. Thereâ€™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. Iâ€™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 donâ€™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 sâ€™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 thereâ€™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 Â¼ of a mile to the cabins.Â I had one camper collapse on the hill in a tantrum, crying crying crying. Keep in mind that Iâ€™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:
â€œMy brother is all natural, so I could just compost him too!â€ while we were talking about the compost pile during our environmental activity.
News has invented a new day called “moustache Wednesday”…
Heck YES those are some sweet ‘staches. Later that night I sang a song in a giant, adult sized onsie. Complete with ‘stache.
And 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.
Oh man I’m about to start camp tomorrow! Whew, that snuck up on me! You know what that means… right? It means things are going to be a little slow on here and on my side of the things in general for the next ten weeks or so. I won’t have internets or a phone for 98% of the week.
How do you get a hold of me, you ask? Well, I’ll tell ya!
Be my pen pal! You can write with your pretty little hands. I would be so happy if I got something in the mail. It’s going to be a long summer and anything ya’ll want to share would be lovely! Even if we’ve never met! You can send things to:
YMCA Camp Collins
(my name here)/Sweet Pea
3001 SE Oxbow Parkway
Gresham OR 97080
And you can still give me a ringy-ding, I just won’t get it the day you send it. I have some time off here and there during the week, so I’ll return phone calls and texts then. That goes for e-mail too! I have off from noon Saturday to noon Sunday so I’ll definitely be available then if you want to chillax or call me or anything in between.
And yes, you’ve guessed it, my camp name is going to be Sweet Pea for the next ten or so weeks. Nice, huh?
Well… it’s getting closer to June when I start my staff training at the camp. I went there when I was younger and now I’m going back as a counselor. Dad found some pictures from 2001 when they dropped me off for the first day, so very long ago. Notice that I’m rocking braces AND crimped hair. Unfortunately I could only ever crimp the top layers… it was a good look. At least I’m hella excited… and that makes up for all sorts of fashion issues.
I’ve finally picked out a campname! Hint: it’s a flower, and it’s way better than anything I came up with in that post a while ago. But I’m also not going to tell you yet. That’ll have to wait.