Rock Eagle - it's for real. I knew it.

JB was convinced that they made up this Indian mound just for campers, but it turns out that it was made sometime between 1000 BC and 1000 AD. Give or take a few centuries :) B went to 4H camp there and they do still tell the 'legend of the Rock Eagle' and it involves a dead princess or something. Maybe that's the made up part? I just remember hating the hike up there through 95 degree heat and poison ivy. Princess B was apalled that she had to sweep AND mop AND clean up there. I totally forgot about that, it was such a non-event for me. I guess she is a little bit spoiled. Oh well. She'll just have to marry a rich guy and get a housekeeper, right? :) (Actual scenario will probably be living in her own filth until someone makes her feel ashamed enough to learn to clean. And the someone will have to be a boyfriend. It doesn't work if I do it. I tried already. Poor future boyfriend!) Anyway, she came home hoarse and tired with a bag full of wet stuff so I'm assuming she had a great time, she'll tell me tomorrow when she gets up.


I also remember making shrinky-dinks there, and that the toast was inedible. They bake it. It's still like that now, some 20-odd years later. I also remember the stupid camp songs, and the guy we were all impressed by: he was a skinny little black kid with scabs EVERYWHERE and a little bald spot from where he did headspins, and he carried around a box and that kid could breakdance like anything you'll ever see on TV. He was awesome, the star of the camp that year.