Campfire Skit

Time to update ye old sailing blog! Leadsailor.blogspot.com, and here we go!

As staff training draws to a close, I take stock of what we have learned, of our trials and tribulations, and since I am now six days behind on my blog, the amusing highlights that will allow me to skip past everything else. Let’s take a look back at the past few weeks.

Old Man Shattuck

Earlier that evening, Nick Shattuck, the Bard of Wisconsin, regaled us with his musical talents as we sat around the campfire. His performance spoke to our very souls with a deep language of notes and rhythm, as he sang about Prohibition and Universal Suffrage. That Shattuck sure has lived a long time! Please remember to join the Facebook Group: Shattuck’s Medical Bills Won’t Pay Themselves, we just need 50,000 dollars more to keep his spine from twisting itself into a double-helix.

Phillip West doesn’t do shit

Now leadership coordinators have long been reviled for their lack of hustle, but this week P-We really kept that tradition alive by doing almost no work whatsoever. He instead became CIC’s own World Cup commentator and kept us all updated on the intricacies of each match as they unfolded. Phillip also spent a great deal of time trying out his new cushy bed in Riptide, as well as viewing the complete filmography of the illustrious artist Kevin Smith. But wait, there’s always more at Catalina Island Camps! Phillip also mastered the exquisite art of ineffective DJing, as he managed to screw up roughly 75% of the songs at the Dancing with the Specialists event!

Andrew and Joe

The much anticipated drug test came and went uneventfully, with all male staff passing with colors ranging from clear to a dark amber. However, during those terrifying moments we spent loitering just outside the Golden Doubloon awaiting our test results, we witnessed a strange and romantic sight. Joe Silver, Her Majesty’s Secret Air Ninja Operative, and Andrew Wright, noted Batman-imitator, chose to engage each other in single combat to the, uh, kiss. While no doubt their wrestling was manly and impressive, and upon reading this either one of them (or both) will likely prove their martial prowess to my soft and sensitive face, there were some rather awkward looking positions they found themselves in along the way. Pictures were taken, check them out here on facebook! Share!

Rasheed Paddleboard

Later in the week, for reasons that remain unknown, the Cabin Crew decided it would be a good idea to take out some paddleboards late in the afternoon. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the weather patterns at CIC, it may be relevant to note that typically our afternoons are characterized by strong westerly winds. These winds typically cause significant disruptions in waterfront programs aside from Capris, and this afternoon was an abnormally windy day. The Cabin Crew however does not include a single former-sailor among its ranks, and thus this fact was unknown to them when they set out upon the water. It quickly became apparent that the conditions were too much for the Cadre of Camp Commanders, and right as they lost Max Genovese to the sandline, I ordered Shahar into action and he solved the problem with his thermal vision. (Thermal vision is an Israeli expression that means, “Tossed Tim Barker over the side and told him to grab the paddleboard.”) And so, the sailors rescued the Cabin Crew from losing the Camp Directors’ nephew, and returned victoriously to the float, heroes in the eyes of all who reside at this wondrous place. Training is now over, and I’m looking forward to an excellent summer, may the Force be with us all.