Salt Point 09 (25)

This past weekend the Academy made its annual pilgrimage to the coast for its spring campout. It was my 5th time to go to Salt Point, and my 3rd time going with the Academy. And it must have been the windiest campout I've been on so far. Most people brought too few clothes, as usual, and half the time was spent huddling around the campfire. But overall, the experience was enjoyable.

As a new adult, I got to enjoy a privilege of being 18: a motorcycle ride along the California coastline. Boyd missed the bus and had to come on his red sport bike. I was pretty happy about that, because for our outings, he took me on the back of his motorcycle. It was exhilerating when we came to a rise in the road and found ourselves on the top of an immense cliff with no guardrail and nothing but the vast ocean filling our vision. That's Highway 1 for you!

That my last campout with the Academy as a high school student. Who knows, maybe they'll beg me to come along with them again next year, but as far as being a student camper, this is the end of the line. Graduation is less than 3 weeks away, and then those little assignment numbers will be disappearing from my post titles for good!