this is the lodge where we ate delicious food, held campfire, sat by the fire, did hair/make-up/nails in "Grooming fit for a princess", and carefully avoided the blast zone created by a bird nest in the rafters. And the field where we gathered for flag ceremony each morning and evening, the girls enjoyed a carnival, games were played, and a monstrous slip & slide brought fun & cooling relief on a very hot day.
this is the cute cabin where I slept with 5 other wonderful ladies. Bunk beds, mattresses, and warmth . . . . nothing to complain about here. (The girls didn't quite have it this easy - open air adirondacks, dusty gravel, spiders.)
this is the bathroom that we used each day. The water may have had a metallic smell/taste to it, but the showers were warm and there were toilets that flushed . . . . that's more than my girls camp ever had!
this is the schoolhouse/chapel where I taught crafts on tuesday and wednesday. More details to come . . .
this is just a sampling of the crazy, cute, fun, creative, happy, kind, beautiful girls I got to spend the week with.
this is the hike I went on with the 2nd year girls. Just beautiful.
this is homemade salsa made by our amazing cook staff. That's right, homemade, right in the camp kitchen. They treated us so well . . . . spaghetti & meatballs, ceasar salad, brownies, banana bars, BBQ chicken, fajitas, turkey wraps, pancakes, strawberry shortcake, 3 meals and 3 snacks a day. I can guarantee that no one went hungry at girls camp.
this is one of only 3 pictures I got of myself at girls camp. With Prince Charming. Each day he was hidden somewhere in camp (up a tree, in someone's car) and when a girl found him, she received a prize.
this is what I did on Friday after coming home . . . Cub Scout Day Camp. I think all the hugs & kisses I received were evidence that Conner was really glad I was there. I got to watch him in the archery and BB gun range (and I got to do archery too, which was fun after I missed that opportunity at girls camp).
Lots more camp photos to come soon . . . .
