Here we are at the end. Camp is winding up, kids leave in a week and everything is quiet in The Realm. Glad but sad. Green and White is over, and The Mighty White Pirates emerge victorious. Here is our fearless captain Geoff Cox putting in all his intensity, I have quite a collection of intense faces but I won't put them all on here, hilarious as they might be.
Being on the white team, white paint supplies were short, like my attempt at warpaint using suncream and baby powder? I heard the phrase "what the fuck is wrong with you?" several times that day, but I wore it proudly. The tug of war was a tie which was shameful, we had so much more weight on our team it was absolutely abysmal not to completely kick the other team's ass, but no, it was a tie, virtually no movement from the starting line.

Now as things wind up I set my sights elsewhere, following camp I will be headed down to boston to help my sister settle in at Harvard and wish her a happy birthday. Then it is on to Canada to commence my great job search, wish me luck kids: I'm going to need it.