Summary of day:
200 hotdogs - atleast 15% of them neon red - and less than 2% beef.
Pretended to be on the radio.
Met the girls of the week - sang and turned around in circles while doing so.
Wore a straw hat and rain jacket with DC tennis shoes - no umbrella.
4H camp is not a cakewalk - not at all. It is more like a square dance - in stiletto heels.
There is no way to sum all of this up. Moments past with imaginary wings on my feet - leading me to the edge and back - recollection: I can't fly.
THE EDGE - grand canyon from the sky