From Tuesday morning until Friday morning I had the distinct privelege of taking the girls in my church to camp. Along with 2 other leaders, we had 15 girls ages 12-18, and Libby.
We went to a campground about an hour away. That was great. It was beautiful on the way up. When we got there, we realized that it was more like a swamp than anything else. There was so.much.mud. Oh my goodness.
We had a great first night. Plenty of drama, as happens with that many girls, hurt feelings, snake finding, running away, etc.
The next day it rained and rained and rained. We had tents with water in them, girls who left things out and they got soaked, and we leaders were getting a bit cranky.
That night it poured again, all night long. On Thursday it rained and hailed and rained some more. Three tents with significant amounts of water in them and one with a broken zipper. We decided to call it. We were done.
Dinner was had, activities were done and I got sick. Yes, I got sick. Throwing up with a baby on my lap sitting in a small bathroom stall. At that point, I grabbed 5 girls (how many had to come with me to get them down the mountain) and went home. I was home by 8:30, in the shower by 9 and feeling much better by 10. I think it was food poisoning.
Next year....I just might stay home.