What Happens at Quilt Camp…

Stays at Quilt Camp.

That’s what I was told and I obeyed.  No camera, notebooks or diaries, and I left my laptop at home. I was going to behave myself and ignore the temptation to “expose all” on our blog.

In order to keep my word, I won’t mention any campers names, gossip, tall tales, or rumors.

That being said, I cannot help myself from telling you the things that surprised me, as a first time Quilt Camper (i.e., Camp Virgin)…

    • The map and directions to camp were a challenge to understand, even for my hubby who is good with maps. He had to study the area with satellite views to figure it all out.  As for me, I hung on the hand grip most of the way. It reminded me of Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride.
    • The camp restrooms were stocked with secret agent, fast dissolving, easy to swallow, paper that tears apart in your hands when you pull it from the dispenser. I totally recommend the CIA find out where to get some.
    • The “hiking” our information sheet mentions is actually the sojourn across the campground to the chow hall. Don’t count carbs – eat as much as you can – because you will burn it all off, trudging up the steep hills to get back to your sewing machine. I decided to do “hitch” hiking on a full stomach.
    • Several gals complained about hair suddenly growing on their chest. I won’t name names, but it only happened to the coffee drinkers. Hmmm…
    • The only elevator is used for moving our stuff to the second floor. The people who own the stuff must walk up stairs. Considering the amount of “stuff” we all brought – this was a wonderful thing!
    • I can’t wait for next year!!

♣ TTFN ♣