I've got a new batch of pictures to share:
Me on the dock at Camp Crooked Creek.
This is the Handistaff of Camp Crooked Creek (minus Spitfire).
This is Spitfire in his children's sized Superman undies......in the bathroom of a movie theater.
All is in the eye of the beholder.
The Handistaff at the movies (minus Rambo). The cowhead is Sam. We like to call him Scambo.
This is me tied to a pole......with a backpack......a purple backpack.
This is me preparing to braid leather lace. Notice Scambo's appropriately timed finger.
A chair that I assembled, painted, and wove.
Some of the CCC staff showing off their thighs. On the left is John DeMuth (whom we like to call DUH-Muth), in the center is Mitch, and on the right is Darnell.
Nicole and me preparing to teach space exploita...err...exploration.
The back of the Handistaff t-shirt.
Me.
This is a trouser snake. You hang it from you belt and do all kinds of fun things with it, such as wack or even choke people with it....okay enough nasty inuendos.
Another view of the trouser snake.
Chris McGhee asleep in the camp office.
A close up of McGhee sleeping.
I think McGhee looks more peacefull with flowers.
This is McGhee subsequently waking up and throwing first the flowers then his bandana at me.
This is Becky moosing the staff. Moosing is a game that I should probably keep to myself.
This freak storm rolled in out of nowhere. Literally. They just poofed over the lake from nothing and furiously rained on us for about fifteen minutes before dissipating.
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