Early this morning, I left for a week of camping with a bunch of teenage girls. Along with five other leaders, I’m responsible for 25 thirteen-year-old girls and another 6 sixteen and seventeen year old girls who act as junior leaders for the younger girls. We’ll hike, stargaze, learn outdoorsy skills, swim, and probably come home filthy.
Also, this is Texas, so it will likely be extremely hot. And we’re going south toward Houston, so the humidity will, I expect, be out of this world.
I went to Girls Camp five times as a teenager and loved it every time, but it’s been seven years since I last went and I’m thrilled to be going again, even if I am a bit nervous that I’ll forget something vital or that the girls will find out that, despite my efforts to hide it, I’m a giant nerd.
I like to camp in general – I am young enough that sleeping on the ground doesn’t bother me at all, I love s’mores, and I’m still in awe of how beautiful the stars look when they aren’t drowned out by the city lights.
I just hope no one tries to talk me into doing dreadlocks because, friends, I have done it at girls camp before and considering that I have approximately zero hair and am blond, it makes me look frighteningly bald. There shall not be pictures.