Camp -- BBQ Chicken Dinner

And just in case you're interested, the screaming hasn't stopped. It seems to be a natural part of camp! Right now, I've got a group of 4th and 5th grade girls singing, "Guacamole, burrito, cinnamon twist," outside the office door. I'm not sure what it means -- sounds like a counselor is trying to keep them occupied by singing Taco Bell jingles...

We closed the day with a barbecued chicken dinner and paper plates, and we gave the dishwasher the night off. CS, our head dishwasher, also attends to a cabin of 6th and 7th grade boys. He lives in the cabin each night and works in the kitchen by day. A well deserved night off seemed in order.