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Nov. 10th, 2002 11:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zesty_pinto11:43AM, November 10th. A mane heavy with human grease and dirt and an aura of char smoke flavoring my skin, I have returned from a three day indoor exchange with six scouts, five assistant scoutmasters, one scoutmaster, two parents, a rodent that lived in the mattress I slept on; and the escapades of a forest dead for summer, alive for the august brilliance of a mid-November revel.
The campsite itself was one I was familiar with as a summer camp, but was being shut down to be used for a normal campsite. It's just one of those sad realities that boy scout reservations are dwindling these days and the scandals within the society itself do little to promote it. Still, it was a fun little return to the revelry.
In a jeep with a friend of mine, I played the classic game of radio roulette: you know, where you keep the autofind rolling through the frequencies until it finds a station. The Christian station came up far too many times for my liking. Finally we switched to CDs: I ended up screaming the Yatta song on the way there. Going a little past the reservation, we took respite from the four hour trip with the rest of the convoy by going to an italian restaurant. We starved heavily until our large orders came, and we ate to our heart's content.
The cabins of choice were interesting. Interesting not in a bad way, but surprising. I knew it was a cabin with its own power supply, but I was surprised it was so close to the parking lot. I ended up taking the only other mattress of the cabin: a very springless piece that a mouse had marked its territory all over. Oh yes, there was a mouse in the cabin: I could tell since it was scampering along the ceiling panels. I cleaned the soft but unusually dirty mattress and then set up my gear. Afterwards, I took a walk outside to the starry sky that enveloped my eyes into the endless abandon. I took an early sleep but then woke up from an unusually loud game of Balderdash. I took a walk outside and meditated a little on the stars in the endless expanse and then returned to sleep.
The morning was a cold one as one would expect. Surprisingly, I did not go into a fit of sneezes, so I just went and got myself up and changed. Breakfast was mickey mouse waffles and bacon, courtesy of the Mickey Mouse waffle iron that was found in the dumpster of an outlet mall. I ate my syrup-spattered mouse ear and contemplated some more outside, taking a few more sketches, this time of one of the buildings around the woods then took to studying some of my old notes for Anatomy.
Lunch was meat slices on bread. Barely enough to give people extras, but it wasn't that bad overall. I volunteered to go on the trip to a supermarket for milk in the hopes of getting some other goods for myself. I bought a large bag of chips in case I would have been stricken with strong hunger, then after returning went to the rifle range to salvage slugs and shells: most of it was brass, but the buddies wanted to see if they could be salvaged for some money. I kept a few of the slugs since I never seen any before and then went to look for any unbroken clay pigeons. Unsuccesful, I spent my time just staring into the wind and listening intently to it speak as it slowly licked at me with its chilled tongue and played through the eternal gold of leaves and the like.
Our "hike" was to the shore, where we saw some beaver chewed wood (intricate stuff, it resembles snake scales, the marks that is). Watched one of the kids fish with a pole and catch lots of weeds, and saw some salamanders that fully adapted to the water, complete with the flipper tails.
Nightfall eventually came. Took a few more sketches of people and then wondered if there was going to be enough food for everyone. There was barely enough but then there was a campfire and people began to make smores, as well as throw marshmallows. I ate my food in silent watching and then talked with some of the others as I watched the flames lick the sky and push embers into Nirvana.
Sleep left me waking up at four in the morning to the eruptions of some parents snoring at a sound beyond human reasoning. I spent an hour in bed contemplating if I should go out even though I could not find a sweater of coat around me. I woke up a very tired person packing up the quickest and least amount of items out of all the others.
Two hours and two screaming performances of "Yatta" later, I returned home, and started typing up this point to the music of Vanessa Carlton, whom I recently looked up and have melted over (such a beautiful symphony!! ;_;). In the end, I got some stuff done, and that's what matters. Plus, I got some story ideas that I'm planning on writing up today.
And everybody say... YATTA!! ^_^
The campsite itself was one I was familiar with as a summer camp, but was being shut down to be used for a normal campsite. It's just one of those sad realities that boy scout reservations are dwindling these days and the scandals within the society itself do little to promote it. Still, it was a fun little return to the revelry.
In a jeep with a friend of mine, I played the classic game of radio roulette: you know, where you keep the autofind rolling through the frequencies until it finds a station. The Christian station came up far too many times for my liking. Finally we switched to CDs: I ended up screaming the Yatta song on the way there. Going a little past the reservation, we took respite from the four hour trip with the rest of the convoy by going to an italian restaurant. We starved heavily until our large orders came, and we ate to our heart's content.
The cabins of choice were interesting. Interesting not in a bad way, but surprising. I knew it was a cabin with its own power supply, but I was surprised it was so close to the parking lot. I ended up taking the only other mattress of the cabin: a very springless piece that a mouse had marked its territory all over. Oh yes, there was a mouse in the cabin: I could tell since it was scampering along the ceiling panels. I cleaned the soft but unusually dirty mattress and then set up my gear. Afterwards, I took a walk outside to the starry sky that enveloped my eyes into the endless abandon. I took an early sleep but then woke up from an unusually loud game of Balderdash. I took a walk outside and meditated a little on the stars in the endless expanse and then returned to sleep.
The morning was a cold one as one would expect. Surprisingly, I did not go into a fit of sneezes, so I just went and got myself up and changed. Breakfast was mickey mouse waffles and bacon, courtesy of the Mickey Mouse waffle iron that was found in the dumpster of an outlet mall. I ate my syrup-spattered mouse ear and contemplated some more outside, taking a few more sketches, this time of one of the buildings around the woods then took to studying some of my old notes for Anatomy.
Lunch was meat slices on bread. Barely enough to give people extras, but it wasn't that bad overall. I volunteered to go on the trip to a supermarket for milk in the hopes of getting some other goods for myself. I bought a large bag of chips in case I would have been stricken with strong hunger, then after returning went to the rifle range to salvage slugs and shells: most of it was brass, but the buddies wanted to see if they could be salvaged for some money. I kept a few of the slugs since I never seen any before and then went to look for any unbroken clay pigeons. Unsuccesful, I spent my time just staring into the wind and listening intently to it speak as it slowly licked at me with its chilled tongue and played through the eternal gold of leaves and the like.
Our "hike" was to the shore, where we saw some beaver chewed wood (intricate stuff, it resembles snake scales, the marks that is). Watched one of the kids fish with a pole and catch lots of weeds, and saw some salamanders that fully adapted to the water, complete with the flipper tails.
Nightfall eventually came. Took a few more sketches of people and then wondered if there was going to be enough food for everyone. There was barely enough but then there was a campfire and people began to make smores, as well as throw marshmallows. I ate my food in silent watching and then talked with some of the others as I watched the flames lick the sky and push embers into Nirvana.
Sleep left me waking up at four in the morning to the eruptions of some parents snoring at a sound beyond human reasoning. I spent an hour in bed contemplating if I should go out even though I could not find a sweater of coat around me. I woke up a very tired person packing up the quickest and least amount of items out of all the others.
Two hours and two screaming performances of "Yatta" later, I returned home, and started typing up this point to the music of Vanessa Carlton, whom I recently looked up and have melted over (such a beautiful symphony!! ;_;). In the end, I got some stuff done, and that's what matters. Plus, I got some story ideas that I'm planning on writing up today.
And everybody say... YATTA!! ^_^
