 I was anxious about being the only woman with nine men on this week long outing scheduled from June 3rd to the 9th. But I decided I would go in the spirit of being one of the guys. I practiced scratching, farting, and cussing for a week ahead of time, to my family’s disdain. What I experienced was quite a surprise.
Actually, I had to clean up MY language. The only colorful language came during Bob’s McGregor joke; one worth hearing, I might add. Oh, there may have been one expletive here or there such as, “don’t touch my #$@% steak”, or some such mild stuff. I didn’t see any unsightly scratching, and I kept my distance from the male slumbering area all but one night, but I’ve never heard such grunts and groans as those fellows settling in for the night.
 I recommend this trip to anyone who likes the water, camping, and using a porta-potty. I thank Doug for arranging all of the details and putting up with us unruly beings. ~ Betsy Cotton During the week, I saw some rather impressive cooking and cleaning. It kind of made me ashamed of myself, representing the female gender and all.
I had a fantastic time with Doug Farmer, our fearless leader, and Jim Scott, Ken Long, Mike Watkins, Mike Schneider, Bob Harrington, Jack Passant, Al Olson, and Amond Hanson. In spite of Ken, Al, and I overshooting the first campsite by five miles, a whopping wild wind storm one night and day, and Jack dunking himself fifteen minutes before our shuttle pick up, I think everyone enjoyed the constantly changing cliffs and formations, the camaraderie, and the wacky stories.
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