July 18, 2004 @ 10:10 pm by sean
Oh holy weekend. If all weekends were like this weekend, nay all days like this weekend, I’d gather I was in heaven. Thursday I shot over to my aunt Jen’s house and stayed the night. Frinoon we packed up her car and drove 4+ hours to Manton Michigan. We set up her tent and that of my parents and waited for everyone to arrive. Some other family had showed up already, but for the most part, it was empty. It’s called the ‘bluff’ at the Chippewa Landing. It’s a huge group camping site that we’ve gone to for at least 10 years with my dad’s family and his cousins and everyone’s old friends. It is a weekend I never intend to miss. Camping is so fun. My family is soo fun.
Saturday we put our canoes and kayaks on the Manastee river were we spent the next 18 miles heading back to the campsite. It took a while, but the longer the only sounds are nature, familiar voices and the movement of small engine-less boats in water the better. It isn’t until the last half mile that the sound of traffic is heard again. A plane flies over every once in a while too.
It’s strange being on the water for soo long like that. I kayaked, and I got a little sore by the end. While on the river, I occasionally get the notion that I’d like this to be over, especially when the rain came. But once I’m back, I wish the end had never come. The water was really cold too, and when I’m in it, I want to get out as soon as possible. But then once I’m out, I realize that I was used to it and wish I was still in the water.
Saturday ended with non-stop fellowship with relatives and friends. Games were played, and socialization around the fire didn’t end until 2. We played ‘psychiatrist’ and ‘how’s yours’ with a huge group. And when the group died down I gave the ‘spoon fork’ riddle. It’s the riddle Matt gave one of the first weeks of school. It’s a good one that kept some stumped until even now. I think Mickalyn still didn’t get it. Megan gave the 3 light switches, 1 light in the attic riddle. I don’t think they got that one either. I already heard it. I wish I knew more riddles.
The night ended and Sunday came with omlettes in a bag. Camping meals are great. We floated down the river some from our site to the landing until it came time for tubing. Tubing consists of getting on a tube, and floating down the river for two hours. And that’s it. Well, besides the innaugural clay fight at the sand dune. I found clay in my hair on the way home.
And that’s how it ended. Jen and I had to come home. The Law’s and Bojanic’s and Boelster’s stayed at least another day. But work is for me tomorrow.
But on weekends like this my name isn’t Sean, it’s Seany Bawny. And Ian is Ian Peein. Shell is Smelly Shelly. Paul is Pauly Wally. And everyone else is what ever one comes up with in a similar style. On weekends like this I’m only in a bad mood when I’m tired and just because of the VanHeck group in general. On weekends like this I have non stop fun. On weekends like this all the healthy pleasures of life abound – good food, good people, good fellowship. On weekends like this I make so many wonderful memories that the only memory I’m capable of keeping is that I had a phenomenally great time. On weekends like this I am not concerned about making money, I’m not concerned about any current mis-understandings, I’m not concerned about girls, I’m not concerned about what anyone thinks negatively of me, I’m not concerned about my appereance. And on that note, I brushed my teeth once, washed my face once, I washed my hair Saturday, and then slept on it; that usually makes my hair ready to be washed again. But on top of that, it is also dirty from dirt and river water, sun-dried, and undoubtedly still has clay in it. I really don’t want to wash it. I can’t run my fingers through it. I can’t shake it out to make it look nice. I don’t dare try to comb it. I think I smell. I love it.