My Day in Third Person

Christopher got back from a campout this morning. He wants to tell you about it. He left yesterday at 5:00 and he drove up to Dry Canyon near Timpanogos. He backpacked in and then the troop set up camp. Christopher was mad because he didn't particularly like any of the people that had gone. It started to rain. Christopher ate his dinner, but mostly mooched off everybody else's. That was fun. It rained more. Christopher put on his poncho and felt like a dork because it looked kind of silly. But it kept him dry. Then they had a fire (despite the rain) and everybody sat around and talked. Christopher learned a lot about everybody in his quorum and realized that it was actually a good experience. (He also learned that Bro. Nielson, [AKA BRON] is nerdy but funny, so that was good.) He went to sleep after eating all of Garret's snacks, and fell asleep with the rain falling, in a very wet and very cold sleeping bag. But it was okay. (Not really though) He woke up and he was even more wet and cold. He packed up and hiked out. He started to ponder why people camp. Seriously though. You go in and sleep uncomfortably. And then you eat gross food. And then you smell like smoke. And then you go home and everybody TELLS you you smell like smoke. But he thought it was fun anyways. They got back to their neighborhood around 7:45 and BROC's wife had made breakfast. And this was really breakfast. Piles and piles and piles of french toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, buttermilk syrup, Sunny-D, hash-browns, and more but Christopher forgot. Christopher stuffed his body and walked home. He went back to bed. Then he woke up again and ate ice cream. (He wasn't feeling to healthy today. But it was okay.) He did chores. Then he decided that he didn't really want to grow up and be a fat person so he went on an eight mile run and ran off his food. Then he went and ate more food, but this time it was healthy. Then he discovered that his WATER HEATER was BROKEN! So showers, one ecstatic, are now sadistic. Christopher gets icicles on my body when I step out of my shower. (I decided that Hell will be full of cold showers and smelly purple flowers.- More on that later.) Then Christopher broke off all of his icicles and got warm. Then he decided to blog.

This was the view that we saw. It was pretty cool. (It looked better in real life though.)

The END.