these are the days

As you can see, Camp Ridgecrest recieved the honor of a visit from Erika "E" Shelburne this week. It was awesome. There was a reunion of the most thugged-out waterfront central staff that has ever pretended to teach swimming class at this camp. We just knew that we had to take a picture to remind people how hard we are. Don't mess with us. We will cut you and not think twice. Overall, yesterday was relatively uneventful. E and I tanned on the dock during rest period. Of course, the Sioux returned to camp just as Erika turned onto her chest and untied her top. She's just like that. I mean, I'm not bragging, but if I keep laying out like that I'm gonna be pretty hot by the end of the summer. No big deal. Our afternoon activity was my least favorite idea that has ever been concocted in this place: Fort Apache. Essentially, we give the kids tools and they run aorund the woods behind Apache Circle and make a pretend fort. Now, I know that I am responsible for planning our schedule, so I could have left that mess out. But, the kids love it, and, despite it all, this is not Camp Ridgecrest for Shay Corbett. So... we did it. But I will tell you that climbing through the woods with kids and cutting down branches and tying things with string while it is hot and buggy is not my activity of choice. Those are the days you just give it to Jesus. But last night, we played Chair Tic-Tac-Toe in the gym. Holler to Dv8 for the idea. The kids loved it and watching them smash into each other at high speeds kinda made my day. Campfire was last night too, and I got to sit with my brother and hang out with him for like an hour afterwards. He's a stud. Now, as hard as this is for me to say, the kid is much cooler than me. There it is. I can't ever deny it. Oh yeah... I am putting pictures online from this summer. The website is listed under my links. Holler at those.