Everybody is going to camp these days. SuperPizzaBoy is headed off to Camp Grey Squirrel. My blog friend Impulsive Addict just got back from a great Church Camp in Austin, Texas.
So what the hey, I’m going to Church Camp also. I’m going to Camp OIPA near Dallas. Sweetie isn’t going with me. She is taking SPB to his camp. She said that she was going to be really sad being all by herself for a few days. I can’t figure out why she was smiling when she said it. Do you have an idea?
Good old Sarah led the way. Do you know her? Sarah Garmin? She never gets lost. Amazing. She gets a little annoyed when she has to recalculate when I deviate from her instructions. Its a good thing she doesn’t have hands. She would whack a ruler across my knuckles if she could.
We stopped to have lunch in Norman, Oklahoma. (You know, the home of the University of Texas at Norman). After lunch we did a little skirt lifting. Skirt lifting is fun at Church Camp. Or any other time really. Sarah is really good at leading me to the best skirts. I wonder about her sometimes.
We found other types of geocaches besides skirt lifters. This one was memorable. Reaching in to grab it I scratched my ear lobe. It bled, it bled a lot. The blood ran down my neck and on to my shirt. I looked like a lost a knife fight. I didn’t know it. Made for some odd looks when I checked into Church Camp. I couldn’t figure it out until I looked into a mirror later. I didn’t take a picture of it. Believe me, I did you a favor. I’m still hurt that Sarah didn’t say a thing about it. The little passive aggressive hussy. If she wasn’t so good at helping me lift skirts I would leave her home.
This was inside the cache. A couple of my fellow campers call the Church Camp, “Cabo”. I thought they would like this.
Stopped at a rest stop to find another cache. If it weren’t for the plethora of geocaches at rest stops I’d say lets close them all down. I think the only people who stop at them are pervs, truckers, and geocachers. What do you think? (Oops, I can’t believe that I said “perv” in a Church Camp post.)
We passed the notorious Falls Creek Church Camp. This is the SuperMax of Church Camps. Only hard core Church Campers are allowed anywhere close to this facility. Maybe one of these days I’ll be deemed worthy. I doubt it, but you know, you have to have lofty goals.
Got to Camp, checked in, strange looks and all, and found my designated cot and unrolled my sleeping bag. It doesn’t look like much, but it’ll do.
Wow, this is a nice touch. One of our fellow campers provided everybody a free insulated bottle holder.
And a complimentary bottle of grape juice. You know, anti-oxidants and proper hydration are always important but even more so at Church Camp.
Lucky for me the snack bar was still open. Food at Church Camp is simple but wholesome.
And now its Sunday morning at Church Camp. Stay tuned for further updates.
