So I write this post a bit tired, as my sleep was interrupted last night by a campers battle with homesickness. In fact, an epidemic of homesickness is going around camp right now. The cabin of a friend of mine had 7 of 9 campers homesick last night. It is sort of awful. It feels like every time you turn around another camper is in tears because they miss home. If right now you are thinking "seriously? they're gonna be home in 4 days!" you are thinking like me. To me it is a bit ridiculous, but thats how it is. I've been able to deal with it fairly alright, and have been lucky enough not to have anyone too hysterical. Knock on wood.
In other news, I had my first day off last saturday. It was pretty sweet, I went on a bike ride, tubing, and then camping overnight across the lake. Bike riding was interesting. We biked uphill about three miles (3 miles in distance, not altitude) and I was a bit behind the group, but thats ok. We preceded to go down the dirt "jump" tracks, on which I took a tumble and got quite the scrapes on my shoulder and knees. I safely made it to the bottom without any major injury, but that was only because of some severe pumping of the brakes. Camping was also a blast. About 15 of us were there, and we cooked and had some "adult beverages." Suffice it to say that children arriving Sunday at 1:00 was far too early. I also feel like this week is going to crawl because I am looking forward to my next day off on saturday. (I would also like to use this space to say hello to Katie Merritt, who spent a good 15 minutes saturday night critiquing my blog, thanks for reading).
I have also started in a new cabin this session, as one of our counselors left after last session. They wanted the new guy to go with Alan, so they moved me into the cabin behind me. Its fine with me because this cabin has even more space, and I like my co-counselor, Perry, who is an Aussie. My kids this session are pretty good, except for one kid who annoys the crap out of me, and another is homesick and a little quiet, but hopefully we can get over that.
Also, I am safely away from fire. If you haven't heard, there is a big fire in Tahoe. We can see the smoke from some spots here, but it is not likely to get to us. I'll keep you posted. Thats about all I have for now, thanks for reading, get at me.
-Andy
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Hey Andy,
Remind the campers that it's really the frig that they miss and it will be healthful to continue that void.
I put some baseball results on your E-Mail from school.
The last time we biked I remember your taking a spill, are you spastic when riding a two wheeler?
Papa Tom
Little A,
Your Papa is right, you do seem to have a propensity for spills on the bicycle. Hats off to you for getting back on every time, and remembering to pump your brakes. I'm starting the draft countdown now. If the Wolves don't end up with Cory Brewer, there's gonna be trouble in this town.
Spencer Hawes
I would have to agree with Papa Tom that you've had more than your share of events (and a few stitches) from bicycle riding. It sounds like this time your tumble didn't require your sister peering into the hole into your chin to determine whether you needed stitches, or not - that's a good thing!
I've been watching the fire stories with renewed interest since it definitely 'touches my world' as long as you're there. Glad you're safe and I hope you stay that way.
Love, MOM
You might have to ask your father about his bike wreck. I guess his older brother took up to the top of a hill and told him to pedal as fast as he could on the way down the hill. He did until the pedals were going faster than his legs--needles to say it was a wreck of epic proportions. I know his brother really felt bad about that
Joey Woode continues his decade long farwell tour. He finished last in the national outdoor. He couldn't get it done 10 years ago--I don't know who he thinks he can get it done now. Drake is not doing him any favors by putting up those stiffs for him to beat on every year--he thinks by beating them he is world class. Oh well. My buddy Mitch did not do well either. Did not even make it to the finals. I guess he did not even throw up.
Is the fire reaching the Ponderosa? I imagine the Cartwrights are beside themselves. Ben must be about 70. Do you ever see them around?
That's about it for now.
Mr Barnes
AlQaida sure has a strange way of celebrating Blair naming himself Mr Mideast Envoy. Carbombs in London? Go figure
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