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.
That’s got to be the fanciest Church Camp I’ve ever seen. Are you sure Sarah didn’t lead you to a fancy resort? Have fun! And take care of that ear.
Looks pretty fancy to me, too! And you sound as though you’re having way too much fun!! Do take care of your ear and try to stay out of trouble, OK?? And if you can do that and still have fun, then it should be a great day!
Sylvia
That’s camping? Things sure have changed since I went to church camp. 😉
I named our GPS Guido the Guide. It just seemed to fit.
I am a Falls Creek Alumni, both as a camper in high school and as a counselor later in life. It is indeed, old school church camp, and I think that is part of it’s attraction.
I have no idea what skirt lifting is but it doesn’t SOUND like an ordained church camp activity! 🙂 Very entertaining post, Yogi!
I feel like I just traveled with you!
Nothing beats skirt lifting at Church camp, I always say!
Maybe Sweetie will have a special surprise lined up for you upon your arrival home!?
I need a Sarah Garmin…though I feel it might just be too much estrogen in one vehicle…I’ll keep you posted…
Hope SPB has an awesome time on his trip!
When I was a kid, all my Baptist friends went to Falls Creek. They had a way of making those of us who had not been to Falls Creek feel like the great unwashed. I’m not sure where your camp is located but it looks pretty good.
You let SPB go to CHURCH CAMP? Have you not learned anything from me? Gah! I hope he returns as the same sweet boy that left.
Skirt lifting? Without Sweetie? You dirty dog you!! Your church camp has a better view than mine have had in the past. And free grape juice in the room? So lucky. I had to buy mine.
It sounds like your camp had a lot to offer. I’ll have to check it out!!
Thanks for the shout out~
You lot have such fun – we don’t have camps over here that I’m aware of. Just what is skirt-lifting? Curiouser and curiouser.
Looking forward to the next installment.
Your church camp looks really nice. Have you had a chance to enjoy the place or are you too busy learning about oil and gas… I mean the Bible.
Lodi, just down the road (well, 60 miles down the road). Some of the best grape juice comes from Lodi.
Looks like a beautiful place. I hope they let you find some geocaches while there, or you and Sarah Garmin may go into withdrawal.
Ha! Church Camp is way nicer than I remember. 🙂