Monday, February 2, 2009

Camp Frozentoesen

This weekend-past, A&P ventured out to their rescheduled Camp Alaska. If you're not sure what this is, or its negative impact on my psyche, you may want to refer to this wacked out post from the last time this trip was scheduled.
Alas, that trip was canceled due to horribly inclement weather. You can read about my nervous breakdown this caused by referring to this equally wacked out post.
The Scouts are a tenacious lot. They rescheduled their trip of pure folly and A&P prepared with gusto. I took a different, calmer approach. I appealed to the happier, less crazed side of my brain to find inner peace despite the Shackleton-esque similarities of their adventure.
Andrew commented on my calm. "What's wrong with you?"
He pried, "Are you really OK with this or are you just being sarcastic?"
"I'm fine. Really."
"Who are you and what have you done with my Mother?"
After assuring him that I was in my happy place and I had not been kidnapped by aliens or roving bands of gypsies, we threw them out in the snow. As we waited for the Donner Party to leave, Peter confessed, "I have no idea how to make Ramen Noodles."
"Oh, then today is the day you find out! Just a hint, they shouldn't be crunchy."
As usual our local weather people were completely wrong and I had every reason to be an insane, institutionalized lunatic (non-toxic markers, rubber room and funny jacket with arms that tie together in the back crazy.) Grand Rapids, Ohio dropped to a frosty negative 1 on Friday night. I did not sleep a wink.
Saturday morning the phone never rang to tell me to meet the Med Evac helicopter at the trauma center so I relaxed a bit. Early Saturday evening, however, my sense of calm was shattered by a call:
"Hello Mom? It's Peter."
"Um, yes. It was negative 1 last night. I get an extra badge for that!"
"Um, yes, but my toes froze together. I had ice crystals on my feet and everything."
"Um, no. I put my feet in the fire and they're OK. See you tomorrow!"
"Hi Mom, it's Andrew. I'm fine and none of my parts froze. Hey, one of the boys named Leonard can write his whole name with pee in the snow. Cool, huh? See you tomorrow!"
We gathered them up on Sunday morning. They emerged from the van with wide smiles and a sheen of sweat, snow and campfire smoke. They were the cutest, loveliest children I had ever seen.


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JBA said...

Tim, you're a goof.

P.S. to any would be commenters, the first post was also from Tim but consisted of the ID word. I won't delete comments! I promise! I even left the post from the Nigerian prince trying to get me to take his cash!

Sparky ♥ ∞ said...

You are so funny! I would have been hysterical if I had children on a trip like that ... but I'm not a mom and probably over-reacting. :o) Glad they're all safe and capable of writing in the snow with urine. I'm sure that this skill will come in handy one day. One never knows when that will be useful ... LOL ♥ ∞

Anonymous said...

Great commentary. Aren't 12 year old boys priceless!


Cynthia said...

Tears in my eyes...I'm with you all the way. Nothing is more touching than the safe arrival of love ones!!!

bernthis said...

I would have been up all night. Glad they are no longer frozen

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Barry said...

Your post brought back many memories.

It was also very very funny.

Really enjoyed my visit. You have a couple of great kids.

Anonymous said...

Camping in frozen temps sounds...intersting. I think I'll pass.

Name writing in the snow is pretty impressive though.