Family Camp

Well it has been a while since I last posted to this blog. It feels like I am all Blogged out…

So here is the update. Two weeks ago I was commissioned as the Rowandale Family Camp Dean. My role was simple, keep 125 adults and children in line for a weekend at camp. It is a natural role for me, since I love project management, but it was a challenge none the less. It was tough because Michelle was being a good sport and came along for the weekend. Her fear was that I would be off snowmobiling or something and she would be left behind with the women talking about babies and stuff like that. Or worse, she would be sitting by herself and no one would talk to her. Well I am happy to say that I didn’t leave her to go snowmobiling, however my role as dean made it so that I didn’t have a chance to sit down and eat with her. Since I was the dean, I had to decide which table eat first and that meant that I ate last… Over all it was a good weekend. Saturday we gave the kids rides on the snowmobiles, and even Michelle was out there taking the kids for rides.

Which leads me to my next thought. Michelle has been telling me how she doesn’t like the hills. She is scared of falling off the sled. I took her for a ride up a really steep hill and she did survive. Well when we got back to the other people I asked her if she wanted to take someone for a ride, and so she did. She went the same path that I took her, up the steep hill…. Unfortunately she jumped the road and went down the other side and got stuck in a creek. Fortunately she didn’t hurt herself. When she didn’t come back right away, my mind was going crazy, I thought maybe she might have fallen through the ice or something. We sent out a mini search party, and found her being helped out of the creek by some helpful strangers. Michelle was so embarrassed.

So that was basically the weekend.