RHODE ISLAND - My mad skills

It's saturday. I've spent the afternoon with fellow summer staff by the pool eating macaroni cheese. We are exhausted.


Megan demonstrates how to get to South Africa without passing through passport control

This week I have: negotiated my way over a ropes course, moved and assembled several more crazy tent like structures, moved sixty four mattresses half a mile to go into said structures, cleaned out half a dozen outhouses and a few bathrooms, helped a dozen blindfolded people to swing across a gorge using by tying their belts into a lassoo, played more games involving hoops than can be counted, given a presentation on Britain explaining the origins of rugby and why we can't seem to win it anymore, built a fire, learnt to cha cha and swing dance, fought with sticks, fallen off a bunk bed and helped build a shelter for a shelter with leaves and sticks for a person to spend the night in.


Sarah, Scott and our one match fire. My one hundred percent one match fire record remains intact thus far. God bless tumble dryer lint.

We are exhausted. And, tomorrow, the kids finally arrive. Oh, and I'm going to be directing a football camp. Please take five minutes out of your busy lives to appreciate the irony.