Before they left I told these charming young men not to report back to me any dangerous activities they might choose to engage in. Note that I did not tell them not to do anything dangerous--as I'm sure their definition of dangerous would not equate with my idea of dangerous. I know they are adventurous young men and I don't want to crush that spirit, but I'd rather not hear about it.
Case in point:
Very very dangerous. I don't want to know.
I say the camera don't lie.
How about just fishing???
That's a good safe activity!
You can experience the thrill of success with fishing with absolutely no danger.
You can even cook it on a little camp stove with the possibility of burning yourself. I'm okay with that.
I'm not okay with cliff jumping.
Paddling makeshift log rafts near the shore is good.
Paddling out into the middle of the lake makes me a little more nervous.
The boys named their camp "Camp Geek". I understand their discussion centered on the characteristics of zombies, Star Trek, Dungeons and Dragons, mutant alien space invasions, and the like.
Now I ask you, was their camp aptly named?
I think so.
But I love them all anyway! I cannot imagine a nicer group of young men for Clark to associate with. They all hope to return to Camp Geek next summer, where I'm sure they will all respect my wishes and not even think about jumping off those cliffs again.