Girl's Camp

KR made her annual trek to Young Women's Camp from June 17-20, this year as the Camp Nurse. This will be one to remember. In her own words: "YW camp ended early this year and it wasn’t because of a bear like in a previous year. No, it’s wasn’t ended for something nearly as exciting. We ended early because a severe gastroenteritis struck the camp. One YW on Monday’s YCL overnight hike apparently brought it from a family reunion. It spread to a few YCL’s then thru the rest of camp at lightning speed. Campers dropped like flies with symptoms so severe they parked themselves in lawn chairs outside the "flushies" and remained for hours until they felt well enough to climb into a car heading for home. When the count increased to a dozen or more and the “hazardous waste” dripped thru the boards from the upper floors of one longhouse onto the backpacks stored beneath, we called it quits. What a year to be the camp nurse! During camp, Lisa Sauer and I had an exciting, midnight adventure with a garbage dumpster. A lovely, blue-ruffled gown, which has become a camp skit staple each year, inadvertently got tossed in the garbage holding area and from there, into the camp’s giant dumpster located in a field outside of camp. Since Lisa had “borrowed” the dress from the YCL’s for nefarious reasons, and I had accidently thrown it out, thinking it was trash, the two of us felt compelled to go dumpster diving. Discovering the error shortly before midnight, we threw coats over our PJ's, grabbed our flashlights, and drove to the dumpster in the dark and moonless night. The heavy lid had been cranked down to keep the bears away so cranking it up about 12” (it was hard to do!), Lisa directed her flashlight inside while I squeezed thru the opening grabbing at any bag that looked “puffy” and felt light. We feared the lid might come crashing down on our heads or that bears might smell the garbage and corner us up on the stairs, so after three or four strike-outs, we decided to wait until morning and hope the dumpster wouldn’t be emptied early. Happily, when morning came, we told the Priesthood brethren our plight. They took pity on us and rescued the dress from the stinking dumpster."