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--
very sexy.

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.

Jacob--the expert.
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.
Mm-hmm.

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. 

Shut up.
It isn't funny.

It was a steep trail,

and the rocks were slippery.

And it hurt.
 A lot.

Whatever. 

I shot a deer.