Commitment Levels...

Camp Pigeon Roost, i.e. Cousin's Camp, has come and gone and once again we all survived. 

Actually we fared much better than last year! 

With the exception of one wasp sting and one minor dog bite, we all made it just fine. 

Last year we had...

Whew! This may take a while...

1) One torn ACL - male, age 14

Occurred when we were playing Wild Man in the Woods*

2) One broken finger - female, age 6

Occurred on the Bluff Hole Hike

3) Three stitches to the hand - female, age 60ish

Grabbed a knife while she was washing dishes

4) Three yellow jacket stings - male, age 9

5) One yellow jacket sting - male, age 5

6) Two yellow jacket sting - female, age 50ish

7) One yellow jacket sting - male, age 50ish

The yellow jacket stings occurred when we were playing a very rowdy field game and accidentally stepped into some nests. 

Who else is surprised that they can live in the ground? 

Yep, the old Vespula Squamosa reeked havoc at camp last year.

So, good news on the injury front from 2012. 

One of the new things we did at camp this year was have a Counselor Hunt. We had all twenty six campers wait at the old house while the counselors hid in the woods.

Finding the perfect spot to hide took a while. Well, it actually took about nine and a half minutes because ten minutes is all we had before the hounds, er...campers, were released.

The hiding spot couldn't be more than fifteen feet from the trail so we also had that to work with. 

This wood pile looked promising but was too close to the trail.

This fallen tree proved to just right.

It had a hollow space underneath it (probably home to a million critters) that I weaseled my way under.

So...what do you do with inordinate amounts of time to lay flat, quiet and completely still?

You can take pictures of your commitment to the cause.

You can take pictures of your view.

You can't check Facebook because 3G hasn't quite made it into the woods yet.

So surprising...

I opted for a little skee ball.

Now, it was obvious by the large amount of time that it took for the campers to find me that I was all in.

But...

I question some of the other counselors commitment to the cause.

This?

This was my cousin Rusty's hiding place. He stood in the middle of a trail and held a branch of a cowcumber tree in front of him.

I mean...

He thinks that just cuz he took three days off of work and slept in an un air conditioned cabin with nine boys he should get special treatment! 

The Vespula Squamosa says she expects better from him next year:

"Leave me out of your schemes, human."

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*Any camper would tell you that Wild Man in the Woods is the best camp game ever. Seriously, it rocks. I'll blog about it later. In the meantime, e-mail me if you have questions.