Here's the group picture, taken after the Sunday brunch, before the lack of sleep caught up with everybody.
Monday was one of my cost-saving days, as was Friday. (I chose those days specifically for the safari that just ended.) I fully expected to be spending Sunday night on the bus coming home, but thanks to Julie and Marc, Susie and I were home just after 11 p.m. I would have arrived back in Columbus around 11:30 Monday morning otherwise.
You'd think that the minute I saw the bed, it would be like someone taking the switch that powered my body and throwing it immediately to off, but that was not the case. I was still wound up from the trip--the joy of reuniting with old friends, meeting some new people, etc. So, I loaded the 90+ pictures that I took with my Kodak EasyShare C180 (a good digital camera, a rather simple Ph.D.--Push Here, Dummy--camera) to my computer, culled through them for the ones that would go on Facebook, and then scanned the handwritten entries from the weekend into Blogspot.
Jacques, his mom, and I went down to Mineral to deliver clothes and food to Feed My Sheep. I ran on sheer adrenaline for most of the time I was stocking food boxes and helping to get them out to the front parking lot. I hadn't eaten anything but two chicken-salad sandwiches I bought at 7-Eleven on the way down.
The trip from Columbus to Mineral is 75 miles each way, and that's a milk run compared to the trip I just completed, but I found myself dozing off quite a few times on the way back. I managed to stay awake until dinner, but I lasted less than an hour after the meal ended. I need to realize that I'm not the type of person who can nap. When I do nap (such as the siestas I take in the quiet-reading desks at the BWC Library at work), I never feel all that refreshed when I wake up.
My news is good footwise. I wore the boot on the trip home, mainly because it would have been such a pain to pack it otherwise. I haven't had a Darvocet since the noon meal Saturday. (We went on a hike around the camp property that afternoon, and with lunch I took a double dose, so I could stay ahead of the pain.) I took the hike wearing a regular shoe, and I can't really say I've felt much foot pain since.
Here is the camp map. I think we covered about two miles in all. I remember that three of us (Joan, John, and myself) were standing on Vesper Island and looking out at Lake Shawanni, and we saw Susie in the middle seat of a canoe with two other kids. They were having a blast, but seemed to have a hard time synchronizing their paddling motion. (I'm glad now that I haven't shown A Place in the Sun to her.)
Where I spent my weekend.
The sun will soon be up, and I will probably be moving on sheer automation the first hour or so that I am back at work. Something truly unusual: It looks like I'll make it to the bus stop without having to make my customary Dagwood Bumstead sprint to catch it.