I can't believe I work at Eagle Lake Camp

Eagle Lake Camp is the greatest place in the world. I'm moving to Colorado Springs and working at Eagle Lake until they kick me out. Maybe I'll work at the Glen until I find something better to do with my life. Life is good here. We had a lovely hailrain the other day that left some remnant snow on the ground. We had a snowball fight in July, me and my 19 and 18 year old campers who go to college that somehow slipped through the Eagle Lake cracks of only being allowed to attend if you are 8-18 and in high school. They were the best week of campers yet. But the best week of camp was most definetly advance trail blazers week. Not only did we have the guys there to hang out with us....(estrogen gets a little overwhelming after a while)...but we got to camp out and trail ride for hours at a time. Also we got stuck in a lightening storm miles away from camp and had to tie our horses to aspen trees and sit in the lightening position, on a hill, for 45 minutes, and get rain on for and hour and a half. We got back to camp at 2:30 and had lunch at 3:15 in the barn. We then ate dinner at 4:45....score. Life in Colorado is grand, I love it. The mornings feel like winter, the days are sunny and hot, and around 3:00 everyday we get a huge storm. Lightening is cool until it strikes trees and campers.

My campers last week played a little prank on me and asked Amy if they could put a pinecone in my sleeping bag. One pinecone turned into 16 and there were bugs crawling around my bed...fun. I thought that was bad until I got my campers this week:

First they put rocks down my pants and laughed as I screamed and ran around the barn like an idiot thinking that they had put horse poop down my pants.

They they dumped a whole nalgene of water on my head....and laughed more.

They then locked me in the outhouse.

At dinner, as I finished off a cold, tall glass of milk, they started laughing at me. I realized then that they had poured half the salt shaker into my milk.

They stole my boots and were stopped by Amy from throwing all my underwear in a tree during the hailrain storm.

And the clincher: While cleaning the stalls, they decided to throw poop at me, and hit me in the face ... several times.

But it's ok, because us girl couselors are going to steal all the guys stuff and anchor it in canoes in the middle of the lake. Should be good times :)


Life is good: I can't believe I work at Eagle Lake Camp.

Verse for the summer: Phil. 4:6-7