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Camp Cavett 2010 :: the Lake View

July 12, 2010 By theOkieCollegeGirl View Comments

I absolutely love going to Camp Cavett.  I grew up at this camp.  Met some amazing friends, made some memories only people can dream of, and stepped outside of the box on more than one occasion.  This year though, I did something a bit different.  I took more videos and photos than I ever have and I was just at camp for a little over 72 hours – I had summer school and couldn’t make the entire duration of camp.  It was great to go down there and see all of my friends and laugh about the “Back When’s” with everyone.

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Flashback Friday :: Camp Cavett 1999

May 7, 2010 By theOkieCollegeGirl View Comments

I’m really starting to have Camp Cavett withdrawals.  I haven’t been in years, but starting in July that’s going to change.  Trouble & I are going down for the weekend.  I can’t wait to be down at camp again.  I spent 10 summers down on Lake Texoma with the best group of friends I could ever have.  We all had things that drew us together, things that no child should have to go through.  Although, you’d never know some of the things I knew unless I told you.  That’s just how normal we all looked.  These were the days of having crushes on camp counselors, taking as many rolls of film as possible, doing things your parents would not approve of and finding a way to live on the edge.  Oh yes, this was my camp experience; like so many other campers my age.

I also lost some of the best friends I could ever have too.  Being a child you never think about death, much less a friend your age dying.  You think you’re invincible.  You think Cancer, Heart Problems, Sickle Cell and Kidney Dialysis are all just words.  Words that don’t mean anything.  Words that only alter the way you do things, not things that are capable of taking life away.  My best friend died when I was 16.  How do you even begin to wrap your head around that?  Losing anyone is tough, but a best friend, it’s just hard.  I’ve found myself going back and thinking…I’m 25 now, Cassie would be 24.  It’s hard to imagine she’s been gone that long.  It’s hard to believe just how fast time does fly.

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Wordless Wednesday :: Broken Fishin’ Poles

April 28, 2010 By theOkieCollegeGirl View Comments

Gabbi & I always ride in the same boat when we go Striper or B.A.S.S. fishing with the guides at Camp Cavett.  Always.  This time was no exception.  Our guide this day was quite comical.  He let us do just about whatever we wanted, which did include being pulled in by a huge fish and result and us getting to swim.  That’s one of our traditions at camp.  It was 12 years ago and it still is today.  Although, we’ve grown out of being able to go with the guides, we do our own thing now.  Gabbi & I do fish when we go out, it’s not all fun and games you know.  On this particular day we both caught 36 fish a piece.  This wasn’t including our guide and his catch, this was ours.  While Gabbi & I were having our fun, Gabbi tosses her line out to try and land the “big one”.  Instead of landing the “big one” on that throw, she broke her pole.  Actually it just came apart and didn’t really break.  We both immediately doubled over in laughter and so did our guide.  I think he even made the comment about us destroying things, but you know I think I chose to forget that comment.  We weren’t terrors, just played hard or attempted things that were both out of reach for us.  Driving his boat for instance with the power pedals was an adventure for me.  Hello, I’m short.  I’m not pushing 6ft. and therefore some things just don’t work out like they should.  His boat wasn’t harmed from my driving adventure, it was just a wild ride for all of us.

To prove some of the things we did really did happen, I tried to document most of everything I could.  I don’t want to ever forget the amazing summers I spent with friends, the laughter that was shared, or the somewhat comical (looking back now) adventures that I was able to share with some of my best friends.

The broken pole.  It really did happen.  …only at Camp Cavett would Gabbi & I have such a story as this.

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Wordless Wednesday :: Camp Cavett Packing Adventures

March 17, 2010 By theOkieCollegeGirl View Comments

At the end of a week long camp, you look around and realize there isn’t a single thing in your bags and you’re leaving from camp in 5 hours.  What do you do?  Take a quick nap, gather everything in a pile and shove things wherever they will fit.  Yes, I’ve done this at camp.  I always left with more than what I came with, always.  One thing that never changed was the late night packing adventures us girls would have a camp.  Long gone are those days, now we rent hotels just to hang out for the weekend at Camp Cavett and get away from our College Lives.

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Wordless Wednesday :: Camp Cavett Putt Putt Style

March 10, 2010 By theOkieCollegeGirl View Comments

Because there’s not just one way to play Putt Putt.  When you’re with your best friend there are many many ways to play the game.  Even if it requires shooting the ball from the plantar box on the course.  That’s legal, right?

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Wild Days at Camp Cavett

February 10, 2010 By theOkieCollegeGirl View Comments

Snuck the Sun-In in my duffel for a few years in a row.  This particular year was the first time I packed the Sun-In…and this photo was the result…it was also the last time I used a super high sunscreen, the following years I looked like a lobster by the end of the week.  I was too cool for 50 SPF sunscreen and normal colored hair.  I was a bit of a wild child at camp, but I wouldn’t change my past for anything.

{I talked to one of my oldest heart friends earlier today; Gabbi.  I called to tell her that a particular road in Norman was torn up and needed to re-route her a different way.  We got to talking about the past and our past Camp Cavett photos.  The only way we were able to tell the difference between the past 13 years of Camp Cavett photos would be my hair color(s) and our braces.  I knew my wacky hair colors would come in handy one day.}

There is this one photo that will always be etched in my mind.  It was 1997, at Camp Cavett, I was 12….12…a whopping 13 years ago.  Taken with my favorite camp Chaplain – Danny Cavett (he created the camp) just after the Saturday night dance.  He’s always kept up with me and what I’ve been up to…well actually since I was born, but really has since 1997 – since I became a teen and more so in my adult years.  I’m looking forward to seeing him this summer when Gabbi & I take a trip down to Lake Texoma to check out how much Camp Cavett has changed.

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Wordless Wednesday :: FisherWoman

February 10, 2010 By theOkieCollegeGirl View Comments

Because I can outfish anyone and if anyone chooses to put my title to the test, bring it on.  I’d love to challenge someone to taking on my record, I love a good competition.

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Blast from the Past :: 14 years of Camp Cavett

January 8, 2010 By theOkieCollegeGirl View Comments

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!

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