Thursday

Sailing: We actually got out into the water today, and sailed! The only problem was that we sailed with the wind to start, so we had a bit of trouble getting back because we had to go against the wind. Our boat ended up getting filled with water somehow, and we basically couldn’t get back. So...we got towed back via motor boat!

And we get back to shore about 15 minutes after program was scheduled to end, then we have to help others get their boats back on shore, (hey, a Scout is Helpful!). By now, we are all freezing blue (literally) because we’re all wet and it’s a cold day. We finally get to start heading back to main camp, and lunch has already started. Luckily, the mess hall is in line with the sailing base, so we just have to follow the road. I get right before seconds start to be announced. I start to eat my ham and cheese sandwich, and realize that some warm soup would help heat me up. I go into the kitchen to get some, and they are all out. So I go back, eat up, and figure I’m warming up nicely already.

Campwide games were rescheduled to Tuesday because of the Fourth, so it’s free time! And what do I do in that free time? I do the Mile Swim! Starting right after dinner, we all rush up to the pool to be the first in line. Not that it matters. About an hour later, I’m out, and have to go to the bathroom really bad. Relieved, I then head off with my brother to the trading post to get a slice of pizza. But, the trading post is closed. This is usually to encourage people to go to campwide games, and they didn’t change the timing because of the move. Ah, well, there might be some food back in camp. (Infact, there was!)

There was a campfire for my troop that night, and probably the best part was when someone read out of The Gospel of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Anyone heard of it? Anyway, it’s about this Flying Spaghetti Monster, or FSM for short, who created the world and is basically a god. He made a firmament, because he was tired from flying and he couldn’t tread water for long. But he decided that “firmament” didn’t sound to good, and when pirates say “firmament ho” didn’t sound too good either. So he renamed it “land.” In this land he made a volcano that spewed forth beer. He took a sip and went to bed. The next morning, he woke up with a hangover, and made some more land forgetting yesterday’s actions. And I’ll leave it at that and let you go to your library and find out the hilarity for yourself.

-CF