My Last Campout

I went on a Boy Scout campout to Lukenya on Saturday. We repelled and climbed. I repelled three times. I am actually pretty good at it. I can repel with an ATC one-handed. Then we went to our campsite. We spent an hour trying to put our first tent up, but it was broken, so then we spent another hour or so taking it down and putting up a new one. We climbed all over the massive rock that overlooks Nairobi. We had awsome cupcakes for breakfast, then had chai. Me, Jesse, Brent, Philip, and Alex went down alone to a big cliff, where me and Brent free-climbed a 100-foot near-vertical cliff. We came back down later and did it again, while Jesse and Philip acted retarded on a big rock. On the way down the mountain, I painted the perfect picture of an MK's life: sitting on the left side of the hood of a speeding 15-year-old Land Rover, riding along on a dusty rode at 40 kilometers an hour (it seems even faster when you are on the unprotected hood), and all the while, drinking a wonderful cold coke in a glass bottle. Ah...that's the life!