{"id":3514,"date":"2011-10-05T02:55:04","date_gmt":"2011-10-05T02:55:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.womantalk.org\/?p=3514"},"modified":"2011-10-06T21:28:59","modified_gmt":"2011-10-06T21:28:59","slug":"nbtsc-oregon-session-ii-summer-2011","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.womantalk.org\/?p=3514","title":{"rendered":"NBTSC Oregon Session II, Summer 2011"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Coincidentally, there were three camp kids this year - and they were all three years old and had been born within one month of each other.<\/p><\/div>\n

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One of the cuter scenes from camp: Four buff teenage boys learning a karate form from one of the girls.<\/p><\/div>\n

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My sock-making workshop.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Organic, vegetarian food for every meal. Here, Christian is biting into his nori roll.<\/p><\/div>\n

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The Kiosk. This is where we slept. Notice to the right there is an ariel silk hanging from a tree branch.<\/p><\/div>\n

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There were often amazing arial acrobatics going on just outside the cabin door.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Hair cutting workshop. Each advisor was asked to teach a minimum of three workshops on topics of their choice. They often taught more than that. Also, campers and other staffers taught workshops.<\/p><\/div>\n

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One workshop was on making a bubble house. It generated a lot of excitment, and then ended up being used for both the staff party and prom.<\/p><\/div>\n

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One of the campers brought piles and piles of wool roving and taught a workshop on needle felting.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Christian and I often went for walks in the forest over the bridge.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Would you be surprised if I told you that I had my advisee group meet in the woods every day? At our last advisee meeting, we spent 20 minutes sitting and writing love letters home to ourselves - and it wasn<\/p><\/div>\n

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Banana slugs were always a cause for delight.<\/p><\/div>\n

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We even caught two banana slugs in the act. They made a love mandela.<\/p><\/div>\n

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I organized an art show with classical music.<\/p><\/div>\n

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One of the art pieces was a dress made entirely out of circles cut out of gift cards and jump rings. (Did I mention that one of the campers showed me how to make chain maille?)<\/p><\/div>\n

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Christian's favorite piece at the art show was the handmade sword (not made at camp). His contribution was painting the paper mache turtle blue.<\/p><\/div>\n

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There was such a surfeit of creative energy at camp it was unreal. Check out Christian's stegosaurus pancake.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Christian having a chat with the camp therapist, "So how do you FEEL about that?" (just kidding - Nathen just happened to be one of Christian's favorite people at camp.)<\/p><\/div>\n

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My plant-dying workshop (which included embroidery and crochet).<\/p><\/div>\n

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Of course, some of the campers just totally RAN with the embroidery.<\/p><\/div><\/p>\n

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Turmeric made lovely yellow hankies. The campers were quite adept with the embroidery and several made gifts for friends.<\/p><\/div>\n

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During one of the camp meetings, we played a huge game of "Haha" (lay your head on a friend's belly, laugh once, your friends laughs twice and so on).<\/p><\/div>\n

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We made it up to Vista Peak only once. I was impressed with how many other people made the trek to the top.<\/p><\/div>\n

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All of this year's "graduates." Some of these campers had been coming to camp for SIX YEARS! This is a tight-knit community.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Back porch behind the kitchen - there is a hot game of Settlers of Catan going on. Notice Christian is there, in the lap of one of his favorite campers.<\/p><\/div>\n

There was a beautiful swimming hole that we tried to visit every day. There were crayfish and newts. Here is a short video of some of the kids trying to WALK ON WATER. Hilarity abounded.
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