I'm alive!

One week down and only 6 more to go with having the teens at the camp! Must of been one of my hardest weeks ever...but I survived. It's hard to know that you are in the right place when days get so difficult...God is funny that way I guess. We are now back at Jackson's Point for the day off...one that is very much needed. It's Thursday and I haven't showered since Sunday...I'm not sure why I just admitted that but it gives some idea as to how it's been! Our bus load of kids arrived 2 hours late on Friday and our final staff members arrived on Monday and one on Wednesday just in time to say good bye to the kids. One of the nghts on our outtrip it rainned pretty hard and we got a pretty sweet thunderstorm...except that Peter and I had to go out in the metal boat at midnight during the storm to rescue one of the female staff who was stranded at the male site. Then my tent kinda got flooded...and so did everyone elses. Wet kids and wet cloths in the middle of nowhere...good times!! One of the days was pretty hot out so I ended up with a pretty good tan..that is always good! I'm also still fighting with all of the mosquito's up here...my legs are all scarred from my constant scratching....they tell me that the flys will go away soon....at least that is something that gives me hope! Tommow is Friday and we get to do it all over again and I'm sure that next week I will have a lot more adventures to write about! We were supposed to get a line for internet up at Camp Newport but we havn't yet...still hoping though! Oh, and my camp name is Flanker...that is the word that I use to call sparks from a fire in Newfoundland. I still haven't gotten used to responding to it yet...people probably think that I am ignoring them! And I still call Peter Peter..it's hard to start calling him Seven! 6 more weeks!!! I will post more next week!