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Um.

So, the past week or so at camp has felt like a weird strongman competition/amusement park/actual job combination. My waterfront staff and I have been in the 50-degree Lake Huron water almost every day anchoring things, blowing up the toys (huge process. I have a new appreciation for the people who inflated the blob everyday at CC), stumbling over enormous boulders and searching for Little Jimmy the missing folding chair. While everyone else sauntered into lunch during staff training in shorts and t-shirts, we waterfront staff could be found huddled for warmth in a corner over our hot tea, dressed like it's February in Fargo and chattering away. Gotta love stage 1 hypothermia.

I'm not complaining though. The hard physical labor has actually felt good. I lost 5 pounds this week and my guns are starting to come back - God didn't give me this upper body for nothing. And the lake is always beautiful. Even when it's cloudy and gross out the water turns this pretty gunmetal color and can get so calm it's freaky. There are freighters galore.

There is lots of ridiculousness to be had working at a waterfront. And already there's lots of clowning. Have you ever stood atop a 20-foot inflatable waterslide in a nerdy blue TYR one-piece revving a huge leafblower and screaming "SAY HELLO TO MY LEETLE FRIEND?!" and THEN noticing your elderly neighbors taking a walk on the beach next door to camp?

Well, if you haven't, you should try it.

In other news, changes are afoot.

People are getting married.

A few famous people died.

People had babies. Way to go!

But I ain't changin'.

Peace up, A-town and happy 4th,

-MLA