thank God i'm a country boy

...And so began our campout to Royal Gorge. Actually, the campout began about an hour before I got there, but I packed the truck and met the kids up there. Yesterday was just a little bit out of control, which is appearing to become the norm for my tenure as Tribal Leader. Things appeared to be normal until we began cooking. All of a sudden, our ten extra hot dogs disappeared as the campers dropped weiner after weiner into the fire. We realized that we had just enough hot dogs for each staffer to have one, which was a step down from my original plan for each staffer to have two. Unfortunately, one of our larger campers came over to us and swore up and down that he had not eaten a hot dog, despite the fact that every member of the staff had seen him double fisting cooking sticks over the fire just moments before. Tears emerged and the theatrics began. I may be slightly dramatic, but this kid was just annoying. The last thing I need is for some kid to go home and tell his parents that I wouldn't feed him, so I gave him a hot dog and sent him along his merry way. Suddenly short on weiners, our staff put our heads together to decide what to do. We concluded that a covert, expedient trip to Wendy's was the best option. Adam and I drove to Black Mountain, got Wendy's and started heading back up to the campsite. On the way, a dog ran towards our moving vehicle while barking. Needless to say, I almost crapped my pants. However, I didn't actually stop for about 20 yards. When I did stop, though, I laughed uncontrollably and maybe said a bad word. It scared me. We got to the campsite, ate, blah blah blah, and put the kids to bed around 10. I fell asleep and awoke at 11:30 to children running around and yelling and fighting. Those kids did not even know the danger they were in wakin me up at 11:30 at night. I tore out of that tent like the ghetto had just erupted inside me. I was tellin people to hold my bling. I went over to those children and delivered one of the most intimidating monologues those niños have ever encountered. It worked, and I went back to sleep with my alarm set for 7:45AM. I was so tired that I was able to overlook the 45-degree angle upon which I slept. However, when 5:30 rolled around, there were more screaming children. Not cool. I finally got out of bed at 7 and made them pack up since they were awake. Now that I am back at camp, a nap is calling my name. But hey, despite the ridiculous chain of events that has been the last two days, I am having an INCREDIBLE time.