1.) Very little sleep is had up at camp. This is true for the girls as well as the women who go up with them. Because when girls and women get together we spend it gabbing. It is the law of nature. Men don't have that primal urge to chat so the handful of them that were up there always seemed to get plenty of sleep. But not the women. On Tuesday I had been up since 5:30, spent all but 2 hours of the day in the kitchen and by 11 pm was exhausted but was still down in the lodge laughing and chatting. By the end of the week my conversations went something like this:
Someone: Hi Rachel!
Me: Zz. Zzz zzz zzz.
Someone: You look tired.
Me: Z zz. Z zzzzz'z zzzz zzzzzzz zzzz zzzz zzzzzz.
2.) There was an infestation of moths. Giant moths. Thousands and thousands of giant moths. And if there is one bug I really have a problem with it is the moth. Things that could potentially get stuck in my hair really freak me out. So you can imagine how I reacted when within 20 minutes of arriving I shut the window in the wee small bathroom and 40 GIANT MOTHS CAME FLYING AT MY HEAD!!!!!! Had an axe murderer been on the loose this would have been the opening scene in my own personal horror film. My hair was saved by my high pitched squealing and the frantic flapping of my arms. Fortunately they magically disappeared after a few days but that did not stop me from lying awake each night panicking that one, or a million, of them would crawl across my forehead and nest in my bangs.
3.) I cooked and cooked and cooked and cooked. Oh, for hours and hours every day I cooked. But I didn't wash a single dish. The men did all the cleaning. If this is how the rest of my life could go, I'd appreciate it.
4.) You may think that cooking 3 meals a day for 100 people would be a drag but there was a lot of laughing in that kitchen. Even at 6 in the morning. Really. I'm serious.
5.) It wasn't all cooking. I also tie-dyed an apron, made several bracelets, sewed a quilt square (I love camp crafts!), learned how to tie a double half-hitch knot, gave a lesson on time management (wherein I made the girls do jumping jacks and math problems - thus confirming your suspicion that I will turn anything into a joke.), and spent an hour each morning reading out in the sunshine and fresh mountain air. If it weren't for the progressive lack of sleep, the over abundance of dirt, the giant moths and other bugs, and the lack of cell phone reception, I'd live at girls camp year round.
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I'm a little jealous - even of the moth. So much fun!
Which camp did you go to? It wasn't Radford, was it?
I would like to come be on the cooking staff with you next year. And I also panic at the sight of moths, mostly because I know they have little munching mouths that eat clothes and that means they could probably eat my hair and skin, too. How's that for horror? So if I came along with you next year, perhaps we could turn moth panic into a groovy disco dance.
Biggest. Fear. Ever. I HATE moths...with all the fluttering wings...UCK!!!
Colleen: I WISH it were Radford. Best Camp Ever. It was Camp Morning Star, the one we went to when we were counselors. Radford is just two miles down from Morning Star and had I had any time I would have gone over and ran around, possibly trying to start up an enormous pillow fight in the baseball diamond, or climbed up the rock wall of the lodge. Good times.
Moths? Oh that's nothing. Come stay with us in AZ and I'll show you some flying cockroaches.
And thus ended any hope that Andrea had of her dear friend Rachel visiting her in AZ.
I knew a man, PERSONALLY, who had the misfortune of having a moth fly INTO his ear. It was fluttering and fluttering and the E.R. staff couldn't get it out. The man left the hospital with what was left of his sanity and held a wet vac utensil to his ear and sucked it out! The oddest part of this story? It was repeated 20 years later. TWICE-IN THE SAME EAR! It's like he has a light in his ear that attracts little hyperactive moths. Weird...
Sounds so delightfully fun and lighthearted. Laughing in the kitchen with lots of people is the best! And then to have others clean up the mess? A dream come true, I imagine.
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