"Never take life too seriously, nobody gets out alive anyway."
-anonymous
Finally, it's time to step out of reality and into the magical world of Camp Mary White. It's been so very long and we are all so anxious to arrive. I'm so happy that we can finally get there. I was beginning to think that it was going to be an impossiblity because of the rain issue, but I'm glad to say that God graced us with enough moisture to return to this second home of mine. I got a new camera (that can go underwater!), and I am so excited to take so many pictures!
Mornings before camp are always hectic. As usual, I find myelf rushing out the door and then I still find myself at the destination with a whole list of things that I forgot to bring. After we loaded up all of the gear, furniture, and people into the vehicles, we were on our way. We (Ninja, Runner, and I) got magical rings of awesomeness and too much junk food which was masticated all to quickly.
Soon, we were one our way, and incredibly (crazy and) excited to get to camp. We were gonna make it there with no trouble as we usually do, or so we thought. About five miles outside of Estancia, we blew a tire on the trailer that we were borrowing from a friend. You see, when Coach went to get the trailer at nine o'clock yesterday, she didn't realize the condition that the trailer was in. The tires were as bald as a bowling ball (except not really because they were tires). When we stopped to assess the damage, the tire was basically reduced to two walls and rim. So, Runner, DJ, and I went in Runner's car to Estancia. We found some mechanics, who fixed the tire (and did so much work) for only $40. They searched for a tire, and found one. It needed a little repairing, but was definitely still usable. They drove out to our trailer twice. Once to assess the damage, and the second, to fix the tire. One guy even drove out to Moriarty to borrow a lug nut wrench for the trailer. After that mishap was over, we were on a way again, and driving much slower. We were doing well....
....Until we saw the smoke... and the bits of rubber flying off of the back of the trailer (we were driving behind them so that we could watch for these possibilities). We called them so that we could tell them to pull over, or at least we tried. Because of the lack of cell service, we were reduced to shouting at the top of our lungs, Runner honking on the horn obnoxiously, and rolling down the windows to wave our arms like maniacs. All of our attempts were rewarded with no success... until, we had driven into the other lane signaling to them with our awesome arm flailing that they needed to stop. We were about 6 miles outside of Carrizozo. This tire lasted until we got into the city, and since it was taking so long DJ decided that we would split. DJ and Coach went to find a mechanic and we went on to camp.
Oh what a wonderfully magical drive it was, filled with singing, strange noises, and inside jokes. We finally made it to camp! When I stepped out of the car, I took a deep breath of the fresh air.... I was free. All of my stress, worry, negative emotions just went away with my exhaled carbon dioxide.... I am home.
After unpacking and getting everything set up for bed, we went down to Muleshoe Ranch to eat and socialize with the others. It was so nice just eating (extremely delicious food) and sitting on the porch. Later on, Roadie wanted everyone learn the "Ninja Hug," which is a super exciting hug created by Ninja and I. It takes quite a bit of coordination for a wide range of reasons. You need to be able to balance on one leg, coordinate whose face is on the left and whose is on the right, start the hug at a reasonable distance such that you don't have to leap into the other's arms(which causes lots of falling over), and being able to move your head to the side far enough such that you don't hit your nose (or other facial parts) on the other person.... It really doesn't help that I'm so uncoordinated. I hit my nose on Ninja's shoulder and my eyes started watering.
Soon, DJ and Coach arrived, dragging the terrible trailer behind them. Apparently, by the time they got to the mechanic, they blew another tire! The mechanics fixed the two tires, the axel, and the hitch... and only charged $40 (that's right, 40, again)! I think that somebody upstairs was supporting us on this journey, What with the presence of the number forty, twice; something really bad could have happened when those tires blew, but everyone is safe; and the fact that we were lead to two amazing humans that served as our mechanics.
At the end of today I have two things to say: thank you for looking out for us, and some amazing mechanics are going to get some Girl Scout cookies in the mail. :)
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