trippin

Well, we have officially begun the last 2-week session here at camp this summer. Opening Day went pretty well. Nothing major happened. I sat at the skills table and checked in campers all day. This session is smaller than the others, so there weren't very many kids without their skills already in the computer, thankfully. The parents were nice overall, and my cousin Shelton came, which was great. We had the Amazing Race, which was amazingly boring as usual. It was exciting to see old campers that have grown up. That night, the Tribal Leaders ran Canteen, which was hilarious. We put our shirts over our faces and I had three different campers approach me to tell me that I look like a terrorist. I leaned over to them and whispered that if they said it one more time, I would blow their cabin up. I didn't really say that to them, but I should have. Don't make me go Middle Eastern. It's in my blood. Pillow Polo was that night, and Cabin 3 won, breaking Cabin 2's summer-long win streak. It was a game for the ages. We put them to bed and I got to sit in front of the Lake Lodge with Shannon and Lauren, hearing them tell stories. Then, we went to get a fountain drink. Awesome. I woke up Monday morning feeling exhausted, but excited because Monday is trip day. The weather was perfect for a trip out to Sliding Rock. With our incredible bus driver Becky, we took to the road and got to Sliding Rock around 4. It was hot outside, which apparently meant that all of Western North Carolina decided to slide down a rock on that particular day. I mean, it was RIDICULOUS. There were so many people there. Oh, the kind of people that frequent Sliding Rock on a weekday. It was a veritable freak show at some points. Now, I had no problem with the people themselves. My issue was with they way in which they slid down the rock. To me, and call me crazy if you must, it seems that, when there are 100 people in line to slide, you don't take your precious time. You line up and go down one after the other. Well, the people yesterday went down the rock like they owned the freakin place. And, because it is governmentally owned and operated, they technically do, but whatever. These people took at least a minute in between each person. People actually cheered for us when we sent our kids down in a timely manner. It was hilarious. I considered sending one of my staff members to the top of the rock and letting him tell people how to go down. But, I didn't. We started heading out around 5:30. As we were getting our stuff together at the top of the hill, up walks Karen, Lauren, Jared, and Holz. They were like, umm... you're leaving? So, in the interest of getting pictures, they went with us to eat at Lil' Siena. The food was just amazing. I mean, thank you Jesus for my tastebuds. We went back to camp after that... and slept. Amen.