Headlamps—aargh.
I’m back from church girls’ camp and I have a tip for you guitar players out there: When you are playing your guitar around the camp fire and you can not see your songbook, do NOT strap one of those headlights on your forehead in order to see your song charts. I had moths the size of humming birds slapping me in the face! It was like Alfred Hitchcock’s “The Birds”. Okay, so I guess moths can’t peck your eyes out, but it was still the stuff of horror movies.
We were up by Lake Alturas, and had beautiful weather. It rained one evening for about an hour and then stopped in time for a ten o’clock camp fire. My favorite night was skit night. Even the shy girls worked it out. Tons of laughter and not a whole lot of sleep.
We were up by Lake Alturas, and had beautiful weather. It rained one evening for about an hour and then stopped in time for a ten o’clock camp fire. My favorite night was skit night. Even the shy girls worked it out. Tons of laughter and not a whole lot of sleep.