Robber's Cave

Camping – it had been awhile since I subjected myself to the outdoors. So before it got unbearably hot, we headed out on a camping trip we were invited on by a few of the girls in my new bible study (Emily and Rachel).
I was so surprised they extended the invitation – they hardly knew me, yet we subjecting themselves to 3 days of no escape from us. I got to meet a bunch of their friends as well – they were all very nice. We loaded up and headed out to Robber’s Cave in Oklahoma - on the ride down, I think I filled my country music quota for the year.

I was excited, because I used to camp there all the time as a little kid, and it had been a while since I had been back. Once there, we pitched our tents right at the edge of the lake (right on that spit of land in the picture) and settled in. It turned out that my ‘little tent’ was actually huge, so David and I traded with someone else for their smaller tent, which was indeed tiny. So, David and I had the marital hut in between the boy’s and girl’s tents.


We had a great time, doing all expected camping activities – lots of hiking, visiting the caves, swimming in the lake, more hiking, campfire games, smores, stargazing, etc.
There were many memorable moments – oddly enough, usually involving a guy named Josh – that’s a picture of him relaxing in his chair with a beer in the lake. I have never seen one guy eat so much – and usually he was eating (and promoting) this bar thing that weighed like 5 pounds – he said it was like ‘a whole compressed loaf of bread.” We heard about that a lot. There were also sling-shooting rocks across the lake, eating out of a modified Ozarka bottle, washing his hair in the lake – Josh is an interesting guy to be around. I had a great time getting to know the girls better, and just making new friends. I think the best bonding moment came out of a game of Farkle. For those of you who have never heard of it, it is a dice gambling game – expect instead of money, before the game starts we all thought of something embarrassing for the loser to do. In this case, Amanda had decided to bring along her cow suit – I’m guessing for this opportunity. Luckily, I did not end up in the cow suit, but I did lose in the 2nd round, so I got to be a farmer. Joy. So, the last day of our trip saw Dave in a hillbilly grocery store, wandering around with a headlamp on, asking unsuspecting shoppers to “Take me to your leader”, after which I get to run in and frantically accost people, asking for my cow’s whereabouts. I had to describe him, using the word “teats” at least once. What was most hilarious were the reactions – everyone was really helpful, seriously pointing out the direction he had gone. Ah, idiocy - at least it makes for a fun memory.