Soooo I'm going to Girl's Camp as a counselor next week. It is pretty much taking me an entire week to pack. I'm doing other things, but mostly they are just interruptions of the packing. Like today Beren and I went to a Pirate rock concert for kids. That was good times. I'll try to post some pictures later. We got all decked out like groupies. Pretty rad. The name of my unit at camp is "Zazzy Zebras." We actually picked this. (The camp theme is "Welcome to the Jungle." Actually though, I think zebras are more fond of the savannah. Anyway . . .) I don't think "zazzy" is even a word. I championed "Zesty," but the adolescents shot me down. "Zesty" is funny; like salad dressing or a beverage with a splash of lime. The thought of this adjective applied to striped, safari equine amuses me in ways I can't explain. It did not strike a similar chord with my charges. My goal at camp is to define "zazzy" once and for all. Root: pizazz? sassy? I'll probably have to conduct interviews. You may receive a phone call.
You'll notice that Beren is holding the leash of the "fatted dog" that will be served later on for the dinner meal. It is a singular honor.
Nature Twins!
This is how Beren traveled for most of the camping trip. He found Uncle Reid to be energy efficient and to offer stunning views. 
Don't be fooled by the fact that Adam and his girl friend, Ashley, are standing upright. These people are still asleep.
Reid and Melissa Cooked ribs for us on their dinner night. Mmmmmmm . . .
Matt and Theona thrilled us all with their stylish PJ's from the North Pole collection.
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