Family Day at Camp Browning
On Saturday, the camp that Jake works at had a family day.
This meant we all got to go up and
pretend to be Venturing Scouts.
(I've never been a scout.
Not even a girl scout.
My mom wouldn't let me.
I have emotional scars.)
First, we shot bows and arrows.
|Jake is the archery director.|
He taught us all he knows.
|Something about men doing primal things--|
|Yes, that is me shooting a bow and arrow.|
Katniss I'm not.
|I did manage to hit the foam dear.|
Not a kill shot, but, hey, he's foam.
He makes it look easy.
Then, we got to rappel.
"Don't look down, Max!"
|Spencer looking like a pro.|
|Yes, that would be the Handy Man's butt.|
|Hunter didn't like the idea of going up.|
He has a fear of heights.
I have a fear of falling.
Then, we went to the COPES course.
(lots of climbing and balancing)
|Hunter pushed past his fear and tried out the ladder.|
|Success is a great confidence booster!|
|Sadie the balancing lady.|
|Max is so natural at these kinds of things.|
It's a bit embarrassing to the rest of us.
|Spencer on the rope.|
We had a great time,
but, we did come away with a few war wounds.
Spencer smashed his arm against the rocks on a climb.
The Handy Man bruised his arm while shooting
a 50 lb. recurve.
(That's fancy bow talk for a hard-to-shoot-bow.)
I bruised my hand.
Yes, it is purple.
I was, um, rescuing a squirrel that was trapped in a tree.
And, I was climbing...
Ok, ok, I fell.
While I was walking.
On a trail.
It isn't funny.
It isn't funny.
It was a steep trail,
and the rocks were slippery.
And it hurt.
I shot a deer.