Summer Camp! In which I annihilate a spider!

So, as many of you with facebooks (or indeed brains) may have noticed, I was sorta missing all week. While this slowly crushed my soul, I did a few blog-worthy things.

I started the week off right: ROAD TRIP!

Eight hours of loud music, movies, and yelling later, we weren't done driving. So, we drove some more, and arrived. AT DISNEYLAND. It was cool, but we were still pretty cranky from the ten hour car ride (L.A. ain't exactly next door, ya know). We still had fun. No, I didn't just go down there for disneyland. I went because I have a secret: I'm a boy scout. No, wait! We aren't that dorky. I went to Boy Scout camp. In the intervening time between that and my writing this, I annihilated an innocent spider, went scuba diving, got blue paint on my chest and hiked shirtless. And more! Read on:

So, lets start with what I did, the boat. After a two hour boat ride, we arrived at Santa Catalina Island. Not much happened that day. In fact, plenty of stuff probably did, but my memory is TERRIBLE. Let me start with the first memorable thing that happened. Hike day! Wednesday (yes (no?) , nothing memorable happened on Saturday, Sunday, Monday, or Tuesday) was hike day. After a bit of wrench-throwing at the machine that was the system, Scott and I managed to leave our troop hike and go on the sixteen mile hike to shark harbor. We did this by bothering the guy who was in charge of it at 9:00 at night the night before. I'm good at planning, right? So, We hiked. Due to bad planning, it was uphill both ways. On the upside, I body-surfed at Shark Harbor (the place we were hiking to, FYI). And that was great. I also made a few friends, who I bothered the rest of the week.

So, Thursday. It was that day that I racked up another nickname: spider man. Allow me to explain: I DESTROYED a brown recluse. Let me show you how it went:

Me: *sees a large spider at the end of the table bench* Look guys, a giant dead spider!
Other Scout: Idiot, its still alive!
Other Scout: Is that a brown recluse?
Me: Does it have a violin on its back (brown recluse spiders have a violin shape on their abdomen)?
Other Scout: Yeah!
Me: Hang on *marches back to tent/cabin*.
Other Scouts: *chit-chat*
Me: *returns with running shoe in hand* Move. *Bashes spider to bits, whacking it twice more for good measure*.

And so followed a long cleanup stage, since no one wanted to touch the spider and its acidic poison. We're a brilliant bunch, aren't we?

HOLY CRAP! Something DID happen Tuesday! I scuba dived! I saw a stingray that was GIGANTIC. I mean it. The thing was at least six feet long. It didn't do much, but it was still frickin' awesome. Anyway, I was under water with scott and the scuba instructor for like a half hour, at about forty feet. We saw a lot of cool stuff. I'm still coming off the strange high it gives me. :)

Blue Paint! Where my chest hair should be! Thursday was the Highland games, where I proudly represented the MacDonald Clan (Deep fried goodness!). I went down early for blue paint, which is still on me. No, I haven't showered since Thursday (just kidding, I'll have showered by the time anyone reads this). I managed to do a number of stupid and insane things, including beating scott at something! I should get an award for leg wrestling. I also owned at steal the bacon, and remained shirtless for the honor trail, which came after the games. We hiked a bit, stopping four times at staff members who passionately preached virtues to us. It was moving. I was shirtless.

Ramble:

I was also cell phone-less for a week, and I'm still working on finding it. Hang on. I was supposed to be in bed two hours ago. I am, but I'm still awake. I forgot to tell anyone that I was going to an island. My sister just flew to Chatham with the dog. I leave on Tuesday, who wants to throw me a going-away party?