Shane and Eliz in Duluth
Winter 2001
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Shane and Eliz in Duluth
Shane at Duluth Pack Store, Duluth
First Campfire
Tom on Phone
Uhhh...
Cards
Tom looks stoned.
A lil' cribbage
The following is a recount of a struggle in a sleeping bag:
Chillin on the couch
John on Marshall looking over Wolf
Phil's suspenders
Adventure:
Notice the "No Tresspassing" sign....
Us going down a big scary Ravine to Wolf:
A man and his dog
Will
Phil
David
Phil looks a little evil here...
Mary and Eliz...
Mary and her Frock
Phil along with his winnings
Shane won some skanky sandals
The chocolate incident:
Okay... so these next pictres will recount New Year's Eve for those of us who stayed at the Ridge:
It all started with an innocent Wild Thyme dance in SC1.
While at the dance, the 5 of us were invited (numerous times) to the pre-teen New Year's party being held in the East dorm by the kids from family camp. The party was for kids 10 and up, and it went until 12:15.
So the five of us thought to ourselves, "Hey! wouldn't it be fun to go to that?"
And we answered ourselves, "Yes! But in SYP style."
We raided the kit room's plethora of costumes, and got dressed up for the occation.
Dillon, sporting a jumpsuit, grey coat, orang hunting hat, and
sunglasses.
Will showed his stuff with a pair of HOT wool pants, a voyageur
sash, huntung hat and hockey gloves.
Elizabeth went a little tropical with the straw hat, floral dress
and gray coat.
Libby also went with a touch of the tropics with her gorgeous
hawain shirt and coat, topped off with sun hat.
Shane... (a.k.a. Big Pimpin') showed his stuff off with a fur
coat, plaid pants, sparkley shirt, witch's hat, sunglasses and
topped the entire outfit off with a cane.
So we were all dressed up, and off we went!
Needless to say, when we arrived at the party, the fun had yet to get rollin'. The kids blamed that on one of two reasons: One, the music was barely louder than a whisper due to the small (younger than 10 years) children sleeping in the next room. Two, there were parents present as chaperones.
We didn't believe them. We were adamant that a good time could be had by all, despite the soft music and parents around the corner playing cards. We started a Dance Party USA to the quiet sounds of the boombox playing such classic hits as Stayin' Alive, Come on Over Baby, and some other Teenie-Bopper Pop.
We got jiggy.
So the dancing went on a while... fun was had by all.
We were getting tired (with all the gettin' jiggy, and all) and decided that we should head out. But before we left one of us suggested, "let's do something that will entertain them... they don't want to dance" and then we all thought the same thing, at the exact same moment:
Aunt Millie's.
That's right... we "performed" Aunt Millie's in front of a crowd of 20 adolescents. We went on a little too long, and had to turn down suggestions like "hung over" or "midgets", but succeeded in performing the skit as dogs would (a first, I believe) as well as robot western, and kung fu opera. Looking back, it was NOT funny. Partly due to the fact we went on too long, and partly due to the fact that we had bad suggestions. It really helps to have the rest of the staff there to egg you on like we do at campfires.
So... we hung up our costumes, and retired to the comforts of our own dorm where, much like the townspeople in the book "Stone Soup" or Jesus with the loaves and fishes, we produced a vast amount of food consiting of the finest cheeses, meats, chips, cookies, sparkling cider (on ice), sunkist lemonade, fruit, root beer, liccorice, and other heavenly morsels. All with white linens.
We celebrated the new year in style. Bet you wish you were there.
The End.