Mom and Dad drove me up to Ocala for camp drop off for FWC Pathfinders. This fun sign was at the entrance to the camp. Must be lots of things in the area. The bears made me a little nervous.
I picked my bunk and then was told that I couldn’t sleep there because it was a special bunk they weren’t using. 15 min after Mom and Dad left they gave that bunk to someone else. That made me upset. Rules are rules!
The boys in my cabin. We had a huge group and I was a bit of an outsider but I made the best of it.
I went fishing. I never caught a fish but I had fun trying.
More fishing and not catching.
I learned to shoot a shotgun, 22 rifle and a muzzleloader. I only liked the 22. Everything else was too much kickback for me.
I preferred archery.
I learned a lot of survival skills and how to make a fire and shelter.
We visited the “zoo†and saw animals. This is a baby gopher tortoise.
I held a baby alligator. His mouth was taped shut.
We did canoeing and kayaking. I LOVED both.
I came home from camp emotionally spent, whiny and exhausted. I had a horrible time. But after a nap I left better. I was upset with myself that I skipped the Mud Hike because I was afraid. I was teased a bit but in hindsight it was no big deal. I passed my hunters safety course. I can pretty much recite the entire guide!
