"We're alive, awake, alert, enthusiastic..."

I'm back. Alive. And smelling of bug spray. Girl's camp was a blast, let me tell ya. The skit, whatever certain critics would say, was an amazing replica of Dora the Explorer. That alone has unlimited possibilities. Then there was feeding roasted starbursts to the first years and chewing out my younger young women about air pollution and make woofums. Certification, hikes, roll-call: Ah, so good. and playing games like "Tree roots"; "Pretzel"; "Big Booty"; "Two Truths and a Lie"; and all those crazy, girly ones. My older sister wore a straight jacket and I did an excellent Swiper the Fox impersonation.
Then there was the Fourth Year High Adventure. And I was a fourth year at last! My best fried, Moriah, gave it a wonderful description:
"...put an obstacle course one hundred feet in the air and tie people to it."
But SO much fun. I would've stayed up there all day if I could.
I would've enjoyed myself much better if it weren't for the fact that half of my stuff didn't follow me there. This is how it went down: While the other girls were packing to go home and the 4th years to go on our adventure, I went to the bathroom, being all pack and ready to go. When I got back, Peter Bressler was up there with his dad, who was helping to drive and being our present Priesthood-holder.
Me: Where's all my stuff?
(Enter Peter)
Peter: Oh, I noticed you weren't here so I put it on the trailer for you.
Me: Oh, Thank you, Peter! That was so nice of you!
yeah, not so nice. He didn't know I was a fourth year and put it on the WRONG trailer, the one that was headed for Rexburg, not Island Park. I'm just glad to say that I have wonderful friends who were especially generous in donating pajamas, sleeping bags, shorts, a blanket for a pillow, bug spray, etc. They were SO kind. But I am now home and singing Girl's camp songs, being well rested for the first time this entire week. For those of you who weren't at girl's Camp, here are some of the G.C. song titles:
"We're a alive awake, alert, enthusiastic"
"Bear in Tennis shoes"
"Noah song"
"What Can Make a Hippopotamus Smile?"
"I'm a Nut"
"Bananas"
"Jello"
"Milk"
"Shark song"
"Sipping Cider"
"Tippy Canoe"
"Father Abraham"
"Three little Buzzards"
"Princess Pat"
"Mormon Boy Rap"
"Mormon Girls"
"Ice Cream & Cake"
"Chey-chey Shikolay!" (No idea how to spell that)
and all the others I can't list off right now.
While on the High Adventure, me and some friends decided why they have the fourth years go on High Adventure: It's so we can do some major bonding time and be the best of friends so that when we're Junior leaders we don't kill each other next year. It worked rather well.