Notice the past tense there?
We met many ward members at Cherry Campground up Hobble Creek Canyon. We camped there last year, and were delighted with the situation. Plenty of space to pitch tents, a large gathering area with picnic tables and a fire pit, and not too far away. We arrived about 5:30, ate our sandwiches from Subway, chatted with others, and then pitched our tent and spread out our sleeping bags. We were preparing to gather for the "program" portion of the evening--skits and songs--when we were attacked by wasps.
This may sound a bit dramatic, but I'm not exaggerating. Twenty people were stung by wasps, some of them more than once. I was stung between the legs on my inner thigh, and Kent was stung three times on his arm near the crook of his elbow. Many of us were swarmed, and many of us freaked out. There was a HUGE wasp nest about thirty feet up in a tree. It was basketball size. There were also wasps coming out from under a board in the middle of the picnic table area. People dove into cars trying to get away. It was awful.
Rather than stay and try to avoid the nasty little insects, we broke camp, quickly and nervously, trying to avoid additional run-ins with the wasps. We drove just a short distance away to Kelly's Grove for skits and stories, a spiritual thought, and treats. We didn't want to break up the party, we just didn't want to become wasp meat.
The skits were funny and silly. The Beehives did a skit, the Davis girls did one that ended with a horse "going" on an unsuspecting Ashlyn Elder, Mike Drake and his children utilized an incredible helmet that channeled others' thoughts, and Kirk Blad was a friend egg. I read Dirty Joe, the Pirate, and the bishop gave a very nice message. We ate BYU brownies and talked until it was good and dark. It was a delightful ending to an evening that started out nicely but had a nightmarish middle.
Sadly, Brandt didn't get to sleep in a tent. His 19th night was not to be. We came home without sleeping out, and will now have to make it up somehow. We'll probably just pitch the tent in the backyard and call it good. After all, he did all the work, we just chose not to risk life and limb sleeping with the hateful insects.
Sam, Marianne, and Annika Davis
Dennis and Rose Mary Lindberg
Mary Atkinson, Elizabeth Elder, Jake Thornock, and Kent
This is Hazel Davis. She is telling us about her very well trained horse.
She made the horse turn in a circle, dance, come, and jump.
Thing was, the horse only "jumped" half-way.
Her front part made it over Ashlyn Elder (lying on the ground), but her back part remained on the other side.
Hazel instructed the horse to "go," and then the horse "peed" on Ashlyn.
Actually, they just squirted some bottled water on Ashlyn, but she did get wet.
We all thought it was very funny.
Maybe not Ashlyn, but the rest of us for sure.
The Elders sang a Polish song, in Polish.
Me reading to everyone.
Abbie Drake was a fortune teller who used shoes she smelled to see the future of the person whose shoe it was.
She smelled Mike's shoe, found it foul, and saw that "he would take a long trip."
Then she stood up and threw his shoe as far as she could.
He had a "long trip" to retrieve it.
Lucy Nebeker, Abbie Drake, Rebekah Neyman, Allie and Laney Ficker, Ava Davis, and Ashlyn Elder
These "Stinging Beehives" were awfully funny.
I don't remember what Andrea and Elle did for their skit.
Quentin Drake used that fantastic headgear to guess which plate of four Mike had chosen.
He was clearly able to pick up Mike's brain waves.
Scott and Mary Atkinson, Jake Thornock, Kent, and David Bean
Blythe is selecting the bowl whoever is under the blanket will try to identify.
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