Unofficial Americorps Party!

Saturday night madness.

4 teams got together at Camp Sunshine for a mini-Denver reunion. Chris's team, ours, Casey's and Amy's.

It was fantastic to see people. And compare notes on our first spike. Which mostly consisted of exchanging gossip and complaining.

We sat, quite literally, the dock of the bay. All that really remained of the pier was one dock, missing quite a few sections of wood and with random nails jutting out. We tried not to think about the reality of the storm that sat behind us, the foundations of houses that once stood there and the dead trees that once shaded their property.

So we played guitar

And talked.

And, of course, participated in legal activities dependant upon each person's age.

The stars were insane, and the moon's long-awaited appearance at 12:30 shone blood red directly in front of our dock, leading our eyes out into the vastness of the dirty water.

We all curled up in our sleeping bags
on the mats
that cushioned the red cross cots
that were lined up in the heated tents
on the property the destroyed church that is now
Camp Sunshine.

It was a fantastic night.