Guest Bloggers, Windy Day

So our normal blogger is off to bed because she was upset about how her camera ruined almost everything she took. Tonight you get the pleasure of having her son and his friend write the blog for you. This is an example of a photo that caused my mom to go straight to bed.

This morning we hit the putt putt stadium.  The owners let us get an hour head start before admission was opened to the general public.  You don't want to get stuck in line behind Camp Jabberwocky.  Here's some "hole in one" photos.

Phillip, Jeremy, and Taylor wreckin shop on the mini golf course.

At Camp Jabberwocky we don't know the meaning of "not wheel chair accessible"

After lunch, we played an exciting game of Capture the Towel, also known to some as Capflag.

Kirk rescues Danielle from jail.  Go Red Team!!

We were originally going to go on the Skipper, a fishing boat, but due to great gusts of wind, we decided to instead head to the local school and play basketball. These photos are a "slam dunk."

After everyone sweated a profuse amount, we all headed off to bed. Hopefully our original blogger, and the sun, will be back tomorrow, so we all can have a better day.

Thursday, Day 3, yippee

This morning, a group went horseback riding and not one person fell off or stepped in something smelly.

Skip gives Noble a little last minute buffing.

Nothing like a little horse drool on your new pink sneakers.

Have you hugged your horse today?

There's more than one way to ride a horse.

Drew's buddies visited the gym with him and flexed their muscles. 

I'm sure it was an interesting sight.

That looks painful.

Somebody has to supervise.

And then there's the beach.

Celeste gets 2 lifeguards.

Fogey's in deep water today.

One, two, three, lift!

Wed, Day 2. Whew!

Today, we spent a fun-filled morning singing, rolling clay, creating mosaics, playing kickball, and a small group even got to go kayaking. I gotta tell ya, this place can wear you out!

Yay, we made it to kickball on time!

Michael and Winslow are not letting this ball get by.

After lunch, we decided, despite cloudy skies and Fogey's protests, to go to the beach and the Dobbies (flying horses)

Nathan's not sure he picked the right horse

Richard likes his.

Load 'em up.

OK. We're ready. Anyone see a bus driver? Jack? Mac?

This does not look like a beach day to me.

Danielle's smiling cause she's not going in.

Sarah's ready to go back. Now.

This is called camp water torture.

After dinner, we rocked in the studio.

The Grand Finale

Good night.