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Friday Sailing: Great sailing weather today! Had a blast, stayed warm, and made it to lunch on time! The rest of that day was in preparing for that night campfire's skit: The Sledg-O-Matic! Sledge-O-Matic: basicly, I'm the annoncer that gets the crowd all rialed up, and a stronger guy of the troop slams down this big wooden hammer (about 10 inches in radius diameter) onto various foods. More on this later, I plan to have another blog on this. But it was really fun, and my shirt got sooo messy with tomato guts, slaw dressing, and watermelon! Another good skit: narrator describes a bird walking around in its habitat: The Medicrin. then a hunter appears, takes aim, fires, and...The medicrin dodges it! The hunter goes back home for the night. Next morning, he comes back with a bazooka. He tries it out on a rabit, the first thing he sees. It doesn't hit. So the hunter goes home after not seeing the Medicrin. The next morning, he comes back, sees the Medicrin, and fires. The Medicrin does some crazy Matrix move and dodges the bazookas missile. The hunter goes home. The hunter then goes to Loon-Depot, and uses the loon as bait. He digs a hole, places the loon inside of it, and hides behind the bushes. The medicrin come buy, but doesn't go for the bait, because it doesn't quite like the loon by itself. The hunter goes back home, with only the loon. Then the hunter remembers something his old hunting partner told him "A loon with sugar..." So the Hunter stuff the loon with sugar, because everybody likes sugar, and stuffs some more, and stuffs some more, until that loon was full. The next morning, the hunter places the loon, with sugar, in the hole. The Medicrin comes buy, jumps in the hole, and enjoys the sugar loon. The hunter goes to the hole, and (using the sledge-o-matic he borrowed from my skit) knocks out the Medicrin. The hunter goes home happy with the Medicrin. The moral of the story is this: A loon full of sugar helps the Medicrin go down Up next: The Sledge-O-Matic! -CF
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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
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On Tuesday, nothing big in sailing. There wasn’t any wind, so we couldn’t get out. The afternoon wasn’t much either, just hanging around camp. After lunch and dinner, the camp staff circle the dinning hall and we all sing a song. Sometimes they are fun, or not. So this day, we sung “Old McDonald Had a Farm.” 1 third of the hall were the pigs, one third the cows, and one third (my third) the ducks. So, we start off, on animal at a time, chorus, then another animal and the other one, chorus, and then the ducks, then the other animals. But, the fun thing about doing this at camp with a bunch of boys is that it gets really competitive. People stand on chairs or sit on people’s shoulders and everybody is yelling, trying to be louder than the others. So on the second go-round, my group started shouting “quack, quack” after we sung, the same chanting for the Mighty Ducks movies. In the end, we were declared the winners and were told we cold leave first! And since it was the Fourth of July on Tuesday, we had big campwide games. Tug-of-wars, relay races, getting soaked with water balloons. The best part was when the camp filled up, say, eight rain gutters with icecream, handed out spoons, and said “have at it!” Wednesday Low winds again today, so nothing in sailing. But that wasn’t the down side of the day. The down side was having to get up early to take the first-years showering. And not having to take the first-years showering either. The getting up early part. And it rained alot today. At summer camp, this is the time when my troop elects a new Senior Patrol Leader–the leader of our troop. I was up for the running, and almost won. I got second place last year, I later learned, and thought I had it in the bag for this year. But I lost. I was doing well though, answering all the questions with real feeling, saying what I thought they wanted to hear (J/K). But the guy that won made me his AssistantSPL. And that was wednesday at Camp Rodney -CF
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Well, I didn’t get to get on yesterday, so I’ll post about Monday now and Tuesday later. Got up (too early IMO) and went to breakfast. All breakfasts this week are served cafeteria style, and contain a pancake-like substance (or something else that syrup would go nice on), a biscuit-like substance, a bagel, fruit, egg-like substance, and other food-like substances for breakfast, including butter, cereal, granola, and apple butter. (Actually, the food wasn’t too bad, just dry in some parts, and I always left full for the morning.) After breakfast, there is a morning siesta before activities/Merit Badge classes. It is in this time period that we have to clean up the campsite, make it ready for inspection. If we don’t do well on inspection, our leaders get mad at us, and we might not get the “Honor Troop Award.” Sadly, after inspection (by camp counselors), I found out right before lunch, that we were two points under. Not good. So I went off to sailing that morning. Rodney has an awsome sailing program. We didn't sail that day, just set up a couple of boats to get the hand of it. That afternoon, I hung around my campsite, and went to the trading post. Actually, the camp has two. There is some interesting stuff there. I ended up getting a cool Rodney shirt, which I'll put up later. I got some candy and went to relax in camp. Then I went down to the sailing base with my dad and tried out his wind-surfer. (basically a surfborad with a sail). I wasn't too bad at it, and had a lot of fun. After dinner, there wasn't much to do except hang around camp. But when it got dark, I went out into the big field (my campsite is right next to it) with my brother, and threw around his light-up frisby. Really cool. That was monday, here comes tuesday -CF
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Ah, camp. No internet, no TV, no radio, and worst of all: no Lego. Ah, camp. A week of fun, IMO, with all the activities and outdoors; camping, sailing, archery, shooting, climbing, swimming, astronomy, campfire, skits, the trading post. One of my favorite parts of my summer. So, last week, I went to Boy Scout Camp Rodney, located on the Chesepeak Bay on the East Coast (of the USA). They have an awsome sailing program I took part in, and overall I had a great time. Over the next week, I'll be posting about what I did on that corresponding day. Sunday I got up around 2:00. My troop went to our campsite (Beachcomber/Cheekakoo) and changed into our bathing suits. The reason of this was that we had to take a swim test. Before the swim test, we got a short talk about how important it is to drink water, check for ticks, and shower. We also had a short medical exam, just asking if we are healthy and if there was anything they needed to know, such as medications. After the swim test, we got back to camp, chenged into our uniform, and stuck around for dinner, because our camp was right next to the mail feild with the flagpole. Dinner at Rodney on Sunday night is barbequed chicken, with accessories, in that feild. After dinner, we waited around for campfire. Campfire included 2 fires, and then skits and songs from the camp staff. We started it with the Rodney Song, and then some skits. A favorite skit was this: Two friars are on stage. But these are evil friars! [you see friar be mean]. And worst of all, they are evil flourists. They had an evil plant. [person shows up, but a sleeping bag over him] They gave this plant acid rain, and instead of sunlight and rainbows, they gave it Painbows! And they fed it scouts. [you see scout pass by and it eats it, plant grows] But one day, the camp master got worried, and sent out two brave scouts to find out about the missing, and now dead, scouts. We have Fred, and Hugh. They flip a coin to find out who will play the hero today. Fred wins, but he has other plans that night, so Hugh gets to play the hero! [Hugh puts on here cape and mask] He goes over to plant, yelling at it, depriving it of water and painbows. Then he pushes over plant! Saved! But then comes the evil flourist friars. Hugh defeats them too! Camp is saved. The moral of the story is this: Only Hugh can stop flourist firars! And so ended day one of camp. Info about monday, coming on monday! until the next blog, -CF
