summer camp 06
summer camp 06
if i had had this much initiative when i joined scouts, i would have been the bsa's auddie murphy by now.
i got to lincoln at 5 am, forgot my uniform, went home and got it, and was on the road by 5.30. got to zion,utah, at around 3 pm. shitty car ride, slept the whole way.
started training
the group
my first rappel
the training course- we hiked through a narrow canyon
next day, the scenery (picture of a picture)
this looks dumb if you rotate it correctly
getting ready for our first solo hike (without guides)
rappelling into a dirty stinky pool of water
gorgeous scenery
aaaaaaaaargh! jumping into a big pool of WATER!!!
i was trying to chimney my way down
then i just jumped
i actually threw my backpack there from the high rock in the shot- camera and all
lots of jumping and swimming and shit
they just kept getting bigger. grant was having a fun time
we found an amazing water slide. i rode it thrice.
getting ready for the overnight backpacking trip
i scout the trail
somewhere we took a right turn and ended up in the shire.
this wreck looked like some sort of cartoon house.
then my camera got wet and stopped working. we hiked and stuff, did some camping and hiking and swimming, then more hiking, then went home. next day i got on a boat for catalina, with a camera i borrowed from my sister.
at the marina docks
the boat over
our first camp site, where i sustained my epic battle wound- i was wrestling joey on the beach and i fucked up my shin while i was pinning him. its pretty gory. i like it.
the sweatshop bitches making our sandwhiches for tomorrow.
the elder council discussing elder council business
the sun set on oru first day
jeff gomez contemplating something spanish
the next day we set out. our trip was a three-day war canoe trip around catalina island, about 50 miles. first night we landed on ben weston beach, famous for its large swells. landing canoes was fun, as you can imagine. lots of crashes and yelling.
safe on the sand
setting up camp
a parody of a well-known painting.
loren looked like some sort of tribal voodoo witch doctor
next day, we landed in avalon.
pulling the canoes up and away
this wasnt staged at all or anything
there were lots of golf carts around
avalon! or availyon, as i called it. dont know why. search me.
that was a delicious hamburger. it was a buffalo burger. i was eating buffalo meat. it was great!
kirk was making his move, but i was having none of it.
kirk was really horny. he started following girls around in a sort of prance. it was bizarre, but hilarous so i took pictures of it.
two unsuspecting vitcims
there isnt much to do in avalon
kirk has sunk so, so low
more hijinks, kirk funnies, and a very hot soccer game later we were camping. next day was the last day, which ended in the spectacular race to emerald bay. i am proud to say the the H.M.S. Hermes was THE FUCKING WINNER! WE OWNED THE BITCHES! BITCH OWNED!
its hard being the most manly men in the troop. but we bore the burden gracefully. yeah right. the burden of our gigantic wangs. the hermes, faithfully crewed by Nathaniel Miller, Will Baskin-Gerwitz, Josh Harling, Elliot Jordan, Eric Corso, and Myself beat every other canoe in a full out sprint for 30 minutes. it was amazing! i was yelling so loudly that the rest of the canoe kind of quieted down to listen. we owned the bitches. that is all.
later, at camp
our camp
some meal
aaargh! the wookie
jeffe G.
i dont think dan knew loren was there
too good to pass up.
this little punk was there as well
kyle hobkirk, channeling freddy mercury
a good action shot
last jeff picture, i swear
they were competing to see who got to be the plumber in our staff song for campfire. [mr. insecure pants] won
a giant, padded dogpile that i joined soon after taking this picture
[some wrestling move]ing kirk.
that cheyton punk jumped on my back so i flipped him onto the mattress
chess was a big deal at camp emerald bay
josh ramming into alex
I FIVE STARRED JOSH SO GOOD! i dont think i could have done quite the job i did if he hadnt literally asked me to do it. still, his spine was bleeding and my own hand stung. it was there for four hours.
he looked like a fine teva sandal.
its easy being king. i was planning campfire so i got to watch the performers show me their stuff while josh fanned me with a potato chip bag.
i saw a deer in the nature area
good group shot
i borrowed some clip-on aviators from this little kid demitrie. i dig them
i feel so incredibley gangster that i fear i may have a gangster overload.
wierd fucker. he was a great guy though.
camp director had a small ego
we tied our ranger to a pole because we are mean little shits
troop 2 won the aquacade because we are a superior breed of man.
boat ride home
HOME!
and, my single greatest picture: loren in zion
if i had had this much initiative when i joined scouts, i would have been the bsa's auddie murphy by now.
i got to lincoln at 5 am, forgot my uniform, went home and got it, and was on the road by 5.30. got to zion,utah, at around 3 pm. shitty car ride, slept the whole way.
started training
the group
my first rappel
the training course- we hiked through a narrow canyon
next day, the scenery (picture of a picture)
this looks dumb if you rotate it correctly
getting ready for our first solo hike (without guides)
rappelling into a dirty stinky pool of water
gorgeous scenery
aaaaaaaaargh! jumping into a big pool of WATER!!!
i was trying to chimney my way down
then i just jumped
i actually threw my backpack there from the high rock in the shot- camera and all
lots of jumping and swimming and shit
they just kept getting bigger. grant was having a fun time
we found an amazing water slide. i rode it thrice.
getting ready for the overnight backpacking trip
i scout the trail
somewhere we took a right turn and ended up in the shire.
this wreck looked like some sort of cartoon house.
then my camera got wet and stopped working. we hiked and stuff, did some camping and hiking and swimming, then more hiking, then went home. next day i got on a boat for catalina, with a camera i borrowed from my sister.
at the marina docks
the boat over
our first camp site, where i sustained my epic battle wound- i was wrestling joey on the beach and i fucked up my shin while i was pinning him. its pretty gory. i like it.
the sweatshop bitches making our sandwhiches for tomorrow.
the elder council discussing elder council business
the sun set on oru first day
jeff gomez contemplating something spanish
the next day we set out. our trip was a three-day war canoe trip around catalina island, about 50 miles. first night we landed on ben weston beach, famous for its large swells. landing canoes was fun, as you can imagine. lots of crashes and yelling.
safe on the sand
setting up camp
a parody of a well-known painting.
loren looked like some sort of tribal voodoo witch doctor
next day, we landed in avalon.
pulling the canoes up and away
this wasnt staged at all or anything
there were lots of golf carts around
avalon! or availyon, as i called it. dont know why. search me.
that was a delicious hamburger. it was a buffalo burger. i was eating buffalo meat. it was great!
kirk was making his move, but i was having none of it.
kirk was really horny. he started following girls around in a sort of prance. it was bizarre, but hilarous so i took pictures of it.
two unsuspecting vitcims
there isnt much to do in avalon
kirk has sunk so, so low
more hijinks, kirk funnies, and a very hot soccer game later we were camping. next day was the last day, which ended in the spectacular race to emerald bay. i am proud to say the the H.M.S. Hermes was THE FUCKING WINNER! WE OWNED THE BITCHES! BITCH OWNED!
its hard being the most manly men in the troop. but we bore the burden gracefully. yeah right. the burden of our gigantic wangs. the hermes, faithfully crewed by Nathaniel Miller, Will Baskin-Gerwitz, Josh Harling, Elliot Jordan, Eric Corso, and Myself beat every other canoe in a full out sprint for 30 minutes. it was amazing! i was yelling so loudly that the rest of the canoe kind of quieted down to listen. we owned the bitches. that is all.
later, at camp
our camp
some meal
aaargh! the wookie
jeffe G.
i dont think dan knew loren was there
too good to pass up.
this little punk was there as well
kyle hobkirk, channeling freddy mercury
a good action shot
last jeff picture, i swear
they were competing to see who got to be the plumber in our staff song for campfire. [mr. insecure pants] won
a giant, padded dogpile that i joined soon after taking this picture
[some wrestling move]ing kirk.
that cheyton punk jumped on my back so i flipped him onto the mattress
chess was a big deal at camp emerald bay
josh ramming into alex
I FIVE STARRED JOSH SO GOOD! i dont think i could have done quite the job i did if he hadnt literally asked me to do it. still, his spine was bleeding and my own hand stung. it was there for four hours.
he looked like a fine teva sandal.
its easy being king. i was planning campfire so i got to watch the performers show me their stuff while josh fanned me with a potato chip bag.
i saw a deer in the nature area
good group shot
i borrowed some clip-on aviators from this little kid demitrie. i dig them
i feel so incredibley gangster that i fear i may have a gangster overload.
wierd fucker. he was a great guy though.
camp director had a small ego
we tied our ranger to a pole because we are mean little shits
troop 2 won the aquacade because we are a superior breed of man.
boat ride home
HOME!
and, my single greatest picture: loren in zion