This place is crawling with 'em!

This weekend one of my favorite walking destination has been taken over by thousands of teenagers in color coded tshirts. Really was an impressive site. Especially today, when they all went home! The parking lot was full of bus coaches, and the groups of color coded teens and their threateners/chaperons frolicked in the sun burnt asphalt between the buses. And suddenly it happened. I felt old.

And a bit envious. There really needs to be summer camp for "grown-ups"! Summer camp is wasted on the young. We need an opportunity to be ordered about by benevolent overlords who press us into service producing vaguely animal shaped beaded key chains. Or those God's eye things (never understood why those were God's eye - but they are fun to make). Or archery - there just isn't enough excuse these days for most self-respecting adults to shoot arrows at things!

Or how about the mess hall experience. Sitting in forced groups of not-your-friends peer groups as our benevolent overlords command us to sing for our supper. Suddenly a rumor breaks out that dessert is ice cream! The milk and the oranges are frozen, but the ice cream, when you finally get it is melted. Ah - those were the days!

And of course the evening prayer service would feature graham crackers and grape juice (hey, I grew up in the 70's and 80's - in some ways it was as bad as THEY say...).

So who's in?