I got back from Girls Camp yesterday and had a fantastic time. We hiked four miles up to this lookout tower. It was so windy that day and felt like the wind would pick us right up and throw us over the sides. But the view was beautiful. Didn't get a picture of it.

Love our girls! They are the cutest!

Pres. Hinckley was our hero and we used the 9 B's. So our girls were bees. I know, I know, so cute.

Look at those tough leaders. I have no idea why we posed liked this. I just did what everyone else was doing.

Girls Camp was a ton of fun, except for the fact that 2 of my boys got sick and one was hospitalized.

Wataliatcha, Wataliatcha, Doodely Doo, Doodely Doo

I realized I hadn't posted anything in a long time.  Last week I went to Girls Camp.  It was a ton of fun, especially since I just got to go up as a leader.  I really got to know the girls and learn from them.  

Here we are on Bishop's Day.  Bishop Mitchell, the tall guy in the back, took us to a lake to go crawdad fishing.  The girls actually loved it!  

Here's their catch.  And yes, we did eat them and they were actually pretty tasty for bottom-feeders.

These two girls are so cute, the one on the right is a Blood.  Matthew loves her.  He thinks she's about one of the greatest people around.  They caught walking sticks, which you can't see too well in this photo, but they're on the end of those sticks.

That's me with the camp director, Paola, and the YW president, Lesa.  We had such a good time.  I honestly loved every minute of it.

But now I'm back so it's time to get back to my blogging, I mean real life.

The title of this post is a fun little diddy the YW prez taught us.  I've had it stuck in my head since camp.