A few of my friends asked if I had some pictures of us in JR high and Camp Cavett from long ago. I told them yes and to give me a few days to see what I could scrounge up. I’ve been looking through them today and can’t believe some of the outrageous hair styles and colors I had. I can’t believe my mother let me do some of it, but to give her credit, she normally didn’t know I had done or was doing anything to my hair until after the fact. Lord, I hope that doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass – but I’m sure it will.
I’m glad my mother & Nanny taught me how to use a camera when I was a kid. If they hadn’t…I wouldn’t have photos of all the huge Striper’s I caught at Camp Cavett….the pink hair I sported on more than one occasion…the mud fights…OU Football Players…friends before they passed away…and all the crazy & fun time few & far between.
Here are just a few snapshots over the past 14 years at Camp Cavett. I’m thankful to have these memories down on paper.
Tori opening gifts the last night of camp 2002.
Of course we all have our fish stories. Mostly they’re the ones of “the one who got away”, which resulted in a broken pole. That’s mine & Gabbi’s story and we’re sticking to it. Just like how a 10lb. Striper pulled us both in the water one year. I think it was something like I caught it and Gabbi tried to save me and grabbed me and we both went in. The fish got away and so did the pole. Yes, that was our wild story we told Danny when we came back with our guide sopping wet. It still makes me laugh remembering that story, like so many of the ones I have do.
One of my favorite photos. It was just a day camp this year. You see, Camp Cavett is run on donations and funds it raises throughout the year so that the kids don’t have to pay to go to the camp. This particular year, Camp Cavett didn’t raise enough funds to be able to put in a week long camp, so we had a day camp. It was still fun. Exhausting, oh so exhausting but fun!