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I'm way too lazy to remember the good stuff. I brought my scribble pad to jot down the good stuff, but I seem to have a darn habit of going back on my commitments.



I remember running around nude in the dark, though.



Anyway, the camp was held in the same location as the KOT Camp last year, except that we got a chalet by the lake this time. I heard a creepy story about some old man that used to live there, that he promised his cat he'll back someday, and he wanders the area as a ghost.



Phhhhbt. I prefer Steven's tale of Amityville.



Day 1:

So we arrived at the camp and did the greeting thing. We had some prayer, then we jumped into our bathing suits and ran off to the lake for the swimming activities. My great accomplishment that day was learning how to gain speed while plunging down the gooey, yellow water slide. We had dinner at a cafeteria in the main camp building, and the food was good. I think we played volleyball and soccer in a light drizzle that evening, but I'm not sure.



Why I must always end up in the losing team, I don't know.



But we did have a snazzy Loving Jesus night, with a healthy dose of good music, while Sebby and I paraded around in our boxers.



Then we "hit the sack".



It's how my dad calls bedtime.



Day 2:

After a drowsy breakfast (it's funny, breakfast, break-fast), we got in to a Word class. Marco and I did a skit on praise, which was the theme of the class. I got pictures somewhere, but they look like crud so I won't post them. After a good swim and some lunch, we drove off to a festival of sorts and did some witnessing. It went well, TTL. We came back, had a class on "Bridging the Gap", and then we got out the firewood and made a bonfire.



I thought I might mention at this point that I'm a Marshmallow Making Master, and all my marshymallows came out delicious.



And I didn't burn myself or anything.



Not that much.



After that I guess the tiredness kicked in and I just went in and started playing electric guitar. Nathalie saw fit to reprimand me for the illegal use of her instrument (i.e. "You didn't ask!").



I'm such a criminal.



My trial starts Monday.



I then headed back out for fresh air to clear my head, but I guess I had too much 'cause I decided to run around nude.



Why not?



It was swell as h...something, I got a few other guys to join me and we ran around in the pitch dark.



We're David's Mighty Men, yes we are.



Day 3:

More reveille and breakfast.



We did archery that morning, I shot my arrows like a sissy princess.

But thankfully, next to me, was my hero Vincent Dubois (in French, Robin Hood is Robin Dubois) who I'm convinced is some distant relative of Mr. Robin himself, as he got some pretty good shots in.



I just continued to hit the target board one target board down from the target board I kept trying to hit.



Target board.



Later came a discipleship class and lunch.



After that, all us guys (the girls just didn't want to participate in this activity) and some adults went canoeing. I got to go with the guide, and I was sure this meant I would be in the front at all times.



Was I ever so disappointed.



Our canoe swerved and went along horribly, until Marco hitchhiked a ride on another boat, and we were then able to keep up.



I had fun cackling at all those who fell into the toxic waste we were floating on.



Once we arrived at the dock, it never felt so good to stand up. My knees were buckling from all the sitting I was doing on them.



We took showers, had dinner and then a class on comparing.



Talent night.



I sang "Who Said" while Sebby played electric guitar.



I could have done better.



The girls' rendition of "Blessing in Disguise" was good. I felt zapped. It had the spirit.



After that was dance night, I finally won two games and felt like a loser no longer.



Yay for me.



Day 4:

After the traumatizing wake-up by Steven, and the "I-think-I'm-gonna-end-up-deaf-because-of-these-kids" breakfast, we trudged toward the supposed rock climbing area.



Once we passed through the "terrorist training territory" (a place of the forest full of man-made obstacles) and found our "rock climbing area", I just had to chuckle.



Considering the activities were geared toward 8-12 year olds, the rock climbing was easy. But the blindfolded ascent was a little more challenging.



After my turn, I followed Marco, my two sisters and Sonya on a slippery trek through the nearby rushing river.



And we ended up falling in.



But it was great.



After lunch and the closing meeting, it was time to pack up and say our "asta la vistas".



It was a decent camp. I'll always have good memories about it.



A big thanks to everyone who made it possible, and especially to the Man Upstairs.



Uh huh, uh huh.