I’d love to leave nothing but footsteps…
It’s a beautiful day, so different from the rain of the last few days.
A perfect mill pond, useless for sailing.
Beautiful but eventful, you can tell it’s the end of camp because people are starting to kick off.
An evening introduction to a game has also given me an understanding as to why my friend would get stressed and not be able to play, and everyone else wouldn’t understand – it’s a colour blind thing.
There is Karma, and then there is the day after white water.
All the drugs all the pain and all the sleep.
I hate the feeling of uselessness, of helplessness and unhelpfulness. The feeling that your being judged for not pulling your weight even though the most you can do is be still. Even if you know that they may not be judging you, it maybe in your head.
Luckily the explorers have a night hike. Cause after a stationery day an early night feels like the only option.
I love Scout Christmas.
I especially love that who I take as my +1 is a non issue. Not just “not a problem” but a complete non issue.
When I first joined the group a lot of people in the district were surprised as it’s seen as an un welcoming group that doesn’t play well with others. But it’s not, it’s an amazing group, competitive yes but completely inclusive.
Thank you for another evening as part of a fabulously eccentric family.