In waffle ball one eats waffles

Summer greetings from the place we know and love.

Gordon is shining fresh and clean after a long day of heavy rain and thunderstorms. The night air is cool and refreshing and this evening the clouds broke for some lovely sun and even... a rainbow! These past few days have been hot and humid so the cool front is welcome by all.

(above: a friendly game of "waffle ball". In "waffle ball" one eats waffles.)

Genny and I are both learning many things and working hard. Genny has successfully figured out how to feed twenty-eight spry young adults in a kitchen without a working oven or stove-top (there was a bit of a malfunction last week in Conrad). I have been learning things like "hashtag," and who Miley Cyrus is engaged to (Liam Hemsworth), and how to get a group of high schoolers to be ready to lead and interact with a party of middle schoolers.

Training has just finished here at Adventure Camp and I must confess, though it has been fun, I am very much relieved. It will be nice to be able to sit back and get into the routine of things and not be quite so involved with extra planning and presentations of material I really don't know very well.
But, we have made it through--camp starts Monday and the staff is ready to go!

 (Above: In "waffle ball", there are no bases, home is the only safe spot and its the batter against everyone else--the batter doesn't make the home "plate" very often). 

(Above: In "waffle ball" any hit counts, as long as it doesn't fall in back of you. If the ball hits you as you run through the field, you're out! [holding and tackling is acceptable, along with thwapping noodles])

Genny and I miss you all greatly--we have enjoyed reading the posts as they come! 

Much love,
"Brad dog"

P.S.
Will send along a picture of the geese families. The goslings have reached adolescent years. I'm afraid it's rather an awkward time for them, but they're still adorable.