Ten things I remember about canoe trips
1. No matter how many times I went down the Whitewater river, I always noticed something new
2. I thought the songs the girls sang on the bus were annoying. I would give a lot to hear them again now
3. Bologna and cheese on slightly stale damp bread never tasted so good
4. I always liked taking the lead canoe ( rank has its privileges ). I appreciated the peace of the river, and the company and conversations were wonderful
5. I never did get invited to a moonlight float…
6. I never could get the hang of putting a canoe on my shoulders to carry them up the hill
7. I will never forget the day that Keith Kinzler and I took Kayaks instead of canoes. We could make it all the way from the head of the pack to the rear of the pack in no time at all. Racing was fun, and so was teasing the kids
8. There was a counselor canoe trip the year that Jessica Vesper was a CIT. She hurt her hand somehow and had to have stitches. Kind of put a damper on things. I think it was that same year that she got a bug in her ear ( I am not kidding) and I had to take her to the hospital in the middle of the night to get it out. Not a good year for Jess
9. Somehow senior girls who were afraid of spiders and would spend hours in the shower dressing for a senior dance had no problems throwing mud
10. Years afterward when we took the same canoe trip with a group of friends, it just was not the same. It didn’t even seem like the same river.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Wishful thinking
It was 10 degrees this morning when I woke up.
There was ice on the windshield of my truck and the windows were frozen shut.
I was caught by a train and cut off by a rude driver on my way into work.
I received phone calls from three employees telling me that they were not coming in to work today. After all these years, they still have not learned to lie convincingly.
It was better when I would wake up in the morning and look out my cabin door and see the fog over the stable field and the dew glistening on the grass
It was better when I was tired from being up late watching the stars from cabin walk and consoling a homesick camper, not from being up working on a project that might or might not actually get built
It was better when my breakfast was a bowl of Apple Jacks, a cold pop tart and some ice cold milk, rather than a Egg Mc something and a Coke that I gobble down on the way to a meeting in the morning.
Schedules were not nearly so important. If breakfast was ten minutes or twenty minutes late, there were no cell phones buzzing on my hip with someone on the other end demanding to know what my ETA was.
Fort Scott was not a job to me. It was a summer long vacation. I have many blessings in my life. I have a wonderful family. I get to make music most nights of the week. I have a home, a career, and good health.
I still miss Fort Scott
There was ice on the windshield of my truck and the windows were frozen shut.
I was caught by a train and cut off by a rude driver on my way into work.
I received phone calls from three employees telling me that they were not coming in to work today. After all these years, they still have not learned to lie convincingly.
It was better when I would wake up in the morning and look out my cabin door and see the fog over the stable field and the dew glistening on the grass
It was better when I was tired from being up late watching the stars from cabin walk and consoling a homesick camper, not from being up working on a project that might or might not actually get built
It was better when my breakfast was a bowl of Apple Jacks, a cold pop tart and some ice cold milk, rather than a Egg Mc something and a Coke that I gobble down on the way to a meeting in the morning.
Schedules were not nearly so important. If breakfast was ten minutes or twenty minutes late, there were no cell phones buzzing on my hip with someone on the other end demanding to know what my ETA was.
Fort Scott was not a job to me. It was a summer long vacation. I have many blessings in my life. I have a wonderful family. I get to make music most nights of the week. I have a home, a career, and good health.
I still miss Fort Scott
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