There is still oatmeal in my hair...

... even though i tried to wash it out with a firehose, swam in the lake, and took a shower. Camp's insane, especially when it involves a team challenge with spaghetti throwing, oatmeal pelting, water gun hosing, hula hooping... and I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. It is Sabbath once again, dear readers, and since i have all day Saturday off, I headed into Ottawa on Friday night, meaning I get two whole sleeps in a bed about three times the size as the one I've had for the past 18 days.

But the best part is that I get to go back on Sunday and do it all over again.

A few highlights of the past two days:

• Attempting (and succeeding on the first attempt) a 360 at kneeboarding. For the uninitiated, this is when execute a full rotation above water - meaning you pass the handle around your back while being pulled. Fun!
• Taking CREW out kneeboarding on Thursday night (CREW are a group of 14-16 year olds who come for 3 weeks to work around the camp and to learn more about God). The conditions were by far the best we'd had all week, the lake was like glass and there was zero wind. Add a beautiful sunset and it truly was a great night. Getting my most solid wipeout to date was only a small wrinkle! Gory details: we crossed another boat's wake, meaning sudden large waves. I hit the first one fine, got crazy air on the second one, but on the way down the nose of my board hit into the third wave, making me faceplant instantly. I think i got mild whiplash from it. And huge cheers and a good laugh from the boat crew and the people riding with me, once they saw I was okay.
• Getting my very first guitar lesson from Mike the Australian.
•  Trying not to laugh as period two campers held a "who has the most armpit hair" contest on the dock.
• A great late-night conversation with Jamie about God, plans, purposes and the roads that led us to Iawah. I don't express it often enough, but I am truly grateful to be here.
• The look on Peter's face as I introduced him to my roommates who were all dying to meet him! Ha ha! 

Breakfast is calling...

Hugrily yours,

Flick