This morning a group went leaping onto their horses and galloping around the corral. Or something like that.
Ride ’em, Corey!
Alley oop.
Here comes Hannah Oakley.
Who’s calling on the ketchup phone?
I’m ready. All I need is a horse.
Back at the ranch, we did some crayon rubbings, some nuudling sculpting (wait til you see it, you’re gonna want to run out and get some for yourself), and drama. ( We love drama at camp)
They almost look good enough to eat. Almost.
Could be a flower, or perhaps some arachnid.
A little dip will do ‘ya.
You look like a monkey, and you…
Who’s next?
Then of course, there’s the beach.
