Camp . . . and we’ll see you again next year!

Yes, it’s the penultimate day.  And in that afternoon, all heck breaks loose – from Carnival, to Regatta, to Safari Night, to Campfire . . . woo-woo!

[What’s next?  Huh, huh?]

[Regatta warm-ups]

[Digesting lunch]

[The Biddies go for one last spin.]

[Maybe we can seek asylum at Osthoff?]

[An APB was subsequently posted . . .]

[But then they returned on their own – it may have been Happy Hour?]

[I had to admire their agility in getting out of that thing!]

[Well, someone has to keep an eye on the lifeguards?]

[The supervisor selects a box seat for Carnival.]

[It begins – each age group of kids competes in water Olympics before a packed throng, while proud parents wield cameras.]

[Katie’s group enters the fray.]

[It was a relay in which the handoff were an excessively-large man’s shirt and pants (I thought someone had raided my footlocker!) that had to be re-donned.]

[Run, Katie, run!!  I believe she caught him at the end by taking the inside (i.e., shallower) lane.  🙂  ]

[Older kids, you’re next!]

[It’s a relay . . .]

[You swim out to the raft . . .]

[Where you drink a Coke as fast as you can . . .]

[Sometimes all the Coke doesn’t make it all the way back to the dock in its new “container.”]

[Karina takes her Coke shot.]

[The canoe race.  Four people in each canoe.  At each whistle, all must exit the canoe, then get back in again, and resume paddling.]

[Do not do this without a note from your primary care giver!]

[The winners!]

[Katie’s group watches sailing practice.]

[Then comes the greased watermelon contest.  If you watched water polo in the Olympics, you get the idea here.  Oy, the humanity!]

[This was a NCer – the staff was younger and fitter than the campers.]

[Andre throws out another jump ball after a staffer score.]


[Practice, practice, practice]


[Good-bye to the swimming area until next year.]

[Keeping an eye on the lifeguards, again.]

[OK, let’s get this regatta thing going?]

[Mount your sailboats!]

[I want the red and white one!]

[Yup, that one!]

[Chris and Katie team up.]

[So, cheer, cheer for the ole white and blue!]

[The yacht club claims front row seating.]

[Why yes, I do believe that is Thurston Howell III, Lovey, and Mary Ann!]

[Positioning begins . . .]

[ . . . and THEY’RE OFF!]

[Go Katie!]

[Go Chris!]

[First time campers, Jack and Phyllis, make their regatta debut (obviously).]

[Chris and Katie make their move.]

[Let’s tack back . . .]

[The experienced Team Van Kooten makes a move.]

[So, seen any good buoys lately?]

[Phyllis and Jack finding their sea legs.]

[. . . and away they go!]

[The younger Van Kootens paddle out to see how mom and dad are doing.  Incidentally, Caitlin now lives in Minneapolis and works in the IDS Tower.]

[Chris and Katie working hard to overcome a bout in the “doldrums.”]

[We’ll make it.]

[Rita checking on Chris and Katie’s progress.]

[Everybody got “hung up” in this windless area.]

[Once out, streak to the other side of the lake.]

[Tiffany and Brad are first to head for home.]

[Still keeping an eye on the lifeguards.]

[Stephen and Caitlin paddle for home.]

[And here come Mary and Rick.]

[And we have the winners!  🙂  ]

[Mary and Rick sailed in for 2nd.]

[The Return of the Lifeguard!]

[Grin and bear it! . . . ]

[But next time I want a speed boat!]

[Jack and Phyllis finish their first race.  They were from Clarksville, Tennessee, on the staff at Austin Peay University, with no connection to IU.  They just Googled a family vacation spot, with daughter Cheyenne, and discovered Brosius.  I mentioned their university has the most famous cheer in all of sport – back in the day when their star basketball player (may have led the country in scoring) was Fly Williams, the cheer would be “The Fly is Open, Let’s Go Peay!”]

[Thank you, Waterfront Staff!  🙂  ]

[Then it was time to go on safari, i.e., dress the part, have a “cool one.”]

[Roping up to be led into the bush . . .]

[DOM, a/k/a Thurston, and Cassie, head staffer.]

[DANGER ahead!]

[In the bush now.]

[The supervisor has always loved a good safari!]

[A wild cat – placated by offering a treat.]

[Jungle fowl – one bears a striking resemblance to Kailyn?]

[And tall giraffes . . .]

[We’d better caravan back to camp.]

[Ahhhh, made it!]

[The supervisor got her picture with Andre.]

[I got my picture with the supervisor.]

[Let the Par-Tay begin!]

[Where’s Will?]

[Where’s Sam?]

[Where’s Ollie?]

[Turns out, Kailyn has grandparents in Nashville, IN.]

[I could get used to this!]

[Katie fixes her hair  . . . I believe that’s what it’s called?]

[It’s time for last night . . . Campfire!]

[John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt . . .]

[Mr. Dale captures the action.]

Video of Katie’s group: 

[Three bumps on a log – this is the 34th campfire for the bumps on the right.]

[Four bumps on a log.]

[Indiana, O Indiana!]

[Here come the ‘skeeters!]

[Let’s get out of here!]

[The morning of departure – waterfront doesn’t look the same.]

[On the way out, staff is already putting the canoes away for the year.]

[The Wisconsin River on the way home – the drought has really affected the water level.]

[Home, sweet, home with our sad old elm.]

[Coming soon . . . more stuff!]

About tomobert63

The Journey Begins Thanks for joining me! This is the follow-up to the original, “,” which overwhelmed the system’s ability to handle it any more. Thus, this is “Part 2.” As the original was initially described: 10-26-07-4 “It all began in a 5,000 watt radio station in Fresno, California” . . . wait a minute, that was Ted Baxter on the Mary Tyler Moore Show! Let’s see . . . oh yeah, it all began in 2003 when retirees, i.e., old people, in Alexandria, Minnesota, who had no desire to become snow birds, went looking for mid-winter entertainment here in the frozen tundra of West Central Minnesota. We discovered girls’ high school hockey, fell in love immediately, and it remains our favorite spectator sport to this day. Initially, and for several years, reports on these games were e-mailed to those who were actually snowbirds but wanted to keep abreast of things “back home.” It was ultimately decided a blog would be more efficient, and it evolved into a personal diary of many things that attracts tens of readers on occasion. It remains a source of personal mental therapy and has yet to elicit any lawsuits. ~ The Editor, May 9, 2014 p.s. The photo border around the blog is the Cardinal girls’ hockey team after just beating Breck for the state championship in 2008. It’s of the all-tournament team. The visible Breck player on the left is Milica McMillen, then an 8th-grader – she is now an All-American for the Gophers. The Roseau player in the stocking cap I believe is Mary Loken, who went on to play for UND; and the Cardinal player on the right, No. 3, is Abby Williams, the player we blame most for making us girls’ hockey fans who went on to play for Bemidji State. *********************************************************************************** Photos contained herein are available for personal use. All you have to do is double click on any of the photos and they will become full screen size. You can then save them into your personal “My Pictures” file. They make lovely parting or hostess gifts, or holiday gifts for such as Uncle Ernie who wants to see how his grand niece is doing on the hockey team. If any are sold for personal profit, however, to, for example, the Audubon Society, National Geographic, Sven’s Home Workshop Monthly, Curling By The Numbers, or the World Wrestling Federation, I only request that you make a donation to the charitable organization of your choice. You have two hours and fifteen minutes. Pencils ready? Begin! **********************************************************************************
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