As mentioned in the title, this post is to cover the week at camp (August 24th-30th) ... the 24th was a crazy day as I had to get up quite early to catch a bus, to get to another bus, to get to my First Aid course by 8:15am. It was a good time, though, and I definitely feel I would now be more competent in case of an emergency.
From there, I caught a taxi in order to get to the Greyhound in time, as I needed to get to Chemainus to catch a ferry to Thetis Island, where Pioneer Pacific Camp is located. This are went fairly smoothly, and I was privy to a gorgeous sunset during the ferry ride (sorry, no picture of that one. However, here is a different sunset):

The week was really great! Two other young women and I were "in charge" of a group of 23 teenage girls, and it actually went pretty well, I thought. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, and there was a wealth of activities available, interspersed with meals and club (sort of an informal chapel). We were all definitely short of sleep by the end of the week, but what's new? :) I got to try a couple of new things, like tubing, wakeboarding, and kayaking (no, I had never kayaked before). Kayaking was probably my highlight, partly because I liked it so much, and partly because I got to see a lot of great wildlife, the cutest being the seals we saw lounging on the rocks. Or the dead jellyfish. Here's a pic of me successfully staying on the tube, while the other guy wiped out:

It was really great to see some of the people I had met in Mexico again, and also great to see people I knew from UVic!! It was awesome to finally get to spend some time at a place that has been a big part of the lives of so many ... One more pic, of some mealtime hijinx:

It was a terrific, blessed way to end the summer, although the weather wasn't really summer-like (intermittent rain, and temperatures rarely above 22 Celsius). The kids headed home Saturday morning, and I stayed (with a small group of staff) to help clean up, as waiting around meant I could catch a ride back to Victoria, which was preferable to bussing, definitely. I made it back to Victoria Saturday evening ... and Sunday meant the beginning of packing and cleaning for another move.