The 7th Week - Turtles and Train

How else do you justify being paid to have an awesome time? We've just got back from being paid to White Water Raft and no sooner that we got back to camp we're on another bus heading to Georgetown, NY to get paid to go Karting. I mean, it's free...and then we're being paid. I'm not complaining at all...just living the dream! =D

The 6 week kids left this morning. One of my kids, Jacob, went and it sucked to see him go, but I'm left with the gratifying knowledge he had an awesome summer. I also saw one of our lil superstar junior campers, Benny, cry his eyes out because he had to go, but I'll remember him for the speed demon he was on the big wheels and the lil angel he is!

Camp went back to normal schedule for Sunday however, evening activity was a little different. The live ESPN showing of the hotly contested and season defining baseball game between the NY Yankees and the Boston Red Sox was put up on a jumbo screen for the campers and counsellors to watch. The Red Sox came out on top, winning 3-2 and it took them in to the league's #1 spot. I still haven't got baseball all figured out. I mean, I know enough to watch, but it's just not cricket. For the most part it's just a game of catch between the pitcher and the backstop.

It's week 7 and the final week of camp. Saturday will ring out the last of the campers and the end of an unforgettable summer. I had plans laid out to go to Hawaii and California, but as fate has it, I must return home. The week has only just begun and I'm already racking up scores of highlights. A giant snapping turtle came up to say hello while I was lifeguarding at the lake. Facts were thrown around about how powerful their jaws are. So my instinct tells me to drop to my knees, reach in the water and stroke it, so hyped.

My day off was switched to Monday as we were in Maine last week. We went to the outlet mall and hung out with some friends on Burbank Beach, Pontoosuc Lake, MA. It was a slow and very spontaneous day off. Come 8pm our streak of defying social correctness continued, we walked straight in to the world famous Tanglewood, Lenox, MA, no questions asked and watched none other than Train bring the house down, especially when "Drops of Jupiter" erupted through the microphone, out the speakers and travelled miles across the Berkshire mountains, the counsellors at camp said they were singing it too. An icy cold beer and the night was set.