Home for a couple days after camp and before I set off on another adventure. I'd like to sit down and organize/scan/amend my camp journal, but too many home details to work out before I go off again.
Also, the Euro football (soccer) tournament is going on, so there is that to obsess over. This year I'm rooting for Italy. For no good reason except I am. I'm fickle when it comes to my football teams. Having come late to the party, I flirt with them all.
Above is my favorite sketch from camp. While I was drawing this, small girls continually walked up, took and returned vests and stopped and stop directly in front of me chatting. Now I'm not a little woman, sitting on a camp stool with my journal open in my lap. That's what happens when you are ten and having a great time paddling around/ talking with your friends.
