And so it begins....
After spending a week at a preaching conference in Virginia, I have finally made it to camp. Actually, the preaching conference felt a bit like "preaching camp." I got to hang out with Episcopal seminarians from other Episcopal seminaries - it was a blast. The workshops were really good, but the worship was extremely joyful. And the scenery was amazing...
And then I packed up and headed to camp. Mom had gone to the store to buy my "supplies." She insisted I needed a first aid kit. I didn't know they made so many different anti-bacterial and anti-itch creams. There is also an anti-itch spray - I am not feeling so confident about that product. I tried to be brave today on my tour. I was bitten by something, but I had forgotten about it by the time the tour ended.
I brought my bike with me. I looked pretty "sporty" with the bike on the back of the car. But, when I tried to ride it to the lodge last night, I crashed going down hill. I jumped up and looked around as though someone may have seen what happened. Certainly, any false sense of "sportiness" left me in that moment. I would like to tell you that the brakes failed, that is what I told myself last night. However, it seems they are working perfectly fine today.
Never fear though, I at least have the shoes to make me look legit. I bought them at a store in Monteagle. This really cute boy convinced me that these were the ones I needed. I did get a great deal, mainly because they are a Youth Size 4. But, I think they are "cooler" than my "hospital" shoes.
Let us just hope they invoke the same bravery of purchase when I have to climb up a three story tower and slide down a rope......until then.
And then I packed up and headed to camp. Mom had gone to the store to buy my "supplies." She insisted I needed a first aid kit. I didn't know they made so many different anti-bacterial and anti-itch creams. There is also an anti-itch spray - I am not feeling so confident about that product. I tried to be brave today on my tour. I was bitten by something, but I had forgotten about it by the time the tour ended.
I brought my bike with me. I looked pretty "sporty" with the bike on the back of the car. But, when I tried to ride it to the lodge last night, I crashed going down hill. I jumped up and looked around as though someone may have seen what happened. Certainly, any false sense of "sportiness" left me in that moment. I would like to tell you that the brakes failed, that is what I told myself last night. However, it seems they are working perfectly fine today.
Never fear though, I at least have the shoes to make me look legit. I bought them at a store in Monteagle. This really cute boy convinced me that these were the ones I needed. I did get a great deal, mainly because they are a Youth Size 4. But, I think they are "cooler" than my "hospital" shoes.
Let us just hope they invoke the same bravery of purchase when I have to climb up a three story tower and slide down a rope......until then.
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