Saturday, July 2, 2005
Showered. Patrick and I do a little tai chi. Breakfast at camp: French press coffee, pancakes and sausage, raisin bran and milk, fresh sliced apples, apple juice, cranberry juice. After breakfast, we all checked out the bunk house and the river. We saw condom wrappers and used condoms strewn about here and there. Back to camp. Walked to town, checked out the local flea market and Jackson Beach, got a snack (root beer float for Travis and Steve, cherry snow cone for Patrick and me). Went to Coffee Bazaar, and while Patrick was in the rest room I ran in to Karl Soehnlein who was in town with his friend Barry. He was staying down the road a few miles. Patrick returned and we chatted a few minutes. Patrick got in line for coffee and chatted with his friend Mitsy who worked behind the counter. She kindly comped us two tall iced coffees. Back to camp. Some of us had a watermelon snack. Changed into swimsuits, went to the pool with Travis and Stave, which was full of weekenders enjoying the sun and the water. Lunch at Fife's Roadhouse Restaurant. Half-pound burgers and fries for me and Steve, pulled pork sandwich for Travis and Patrick. Remi and Jesse joined us late and had salads. An off-leash black and white Boston terrier darted in and out of bodies and poked its head at a beach ball, bouncing it in all kinds of directions. At one point, the dog jumped over a low (3-foot?) brick wall to get the ball, causing the pool crowd to gasp in unison. Back to camp. I napped while Patrick, Travis, and Steve won a game of volleyball against Galen, Greg, and Antonio. Back to camp. Others went to Safeway while I napped. They returned with food to cook for dinner: tri-tip cow, pork chops, roasted veggies, roasted corn on the cob, polenta with wild mushrooms, grilled shrimp. We met camp neighbors Todd and Wataru and their dog, Fergie. They joined us for dinner. We cleaned camp. Everyone else but me disco-napped (or supposedly disco-napped) in the early evening. They woke and we went to the bonfire at the bunkhouse joining the crowd of about 100 other campers. We roasted marshmallows and made s'mores and listened to the DJ play music, mostly 70s disco classics. Tony found a long branch which enabled him to roast marshmallows easier. At one point, his skewer of marshmallows entirely caught on fire, and I blew them out while everyone laughed. After we were done eating s'mores we offered some to other campers. Some of us returned to camp to sleep and others went in to town for bar hopping. Funniest moment today: Marck put his shoes down for a second on the tableclothed picnic table and Tony walked by and said in a very motherly way, "Don't put your shoes on the table—that's where food goes!" I laughed more at how Tony said what he did rather than Marck's actual sin. I think it was today that Greg explained to the group what beaver fever was. (If you don't know, it's probably not what you think.)