I spent my day off doing what I do best: going for a long solo hike and spending too much money on flights for next semester. By week 2, Red group had become pretty comfortable, so it was nice to take some time out from having kids hanging off me while I tried to shepherd the rest in the right direction. Thats at least how the rest of my week turned out anyway.
Glacier day number four (or is it five now?) began with another crack of dawn wakeup before running around site trying to locate jackets and sunglasses for what seemed like every kid. Now that its August, the snow is a lot less impressive, and the huskies have been demoted to dog walk duty. Let me tell you, when six year olds can barely walk by themselves in half melted snow, tying them to a dog ends up more like people walking as I quickly gave up any pretence of control. Picture this: Beth attached by a lead to a husky half her size and twice as strong, trying to hold up a boy who has barely been toilet trained on one side and a girl convinced she has frostbite on the other. My coordination is lacking at the best of times, and it was no surprise that about five minutes later we all fell into a half melted puddle of ice. I guess its character building.
A skill you pick up pretty fast at a children’s camp is how to supervise at minimum capacity. This week was the perfect time to hone my ability to improve my terrible tan lines at the same time as making sure my group didn’t get into too much trouble at the Aqua Parc. By some miracle we managed to get every child changed, dried and on the bus by 4.30pm without any major incident, though by the end of the day I was beginning to wish we’d hired a few extra huskies to speed up the spacier children.
All too soon, it was Prom night again and I was heading to the dance floor with my prom date. My partner for the whole night was a seven year old named Maya who had asked me the day before using a colouring in sheet of Snow White that I will treasure forever. A couple of tough goodbyes and a long day of cleaning the centre ready for the final session later, Rosie and I escaped to the lake with some takeaway dinner. By now, we know how to do a night off the mountain right, managing not one but two ice creams (don’t tell anyone) to complement a swim in Lake Geneva and a picturesque sunset. Add that we were in bed by 10.30 and you’ve got yourself the perfect night.
This week has ended how most have: with the beginning of a session. I’ve moved age groups yet again and am now in charge of six sulky teenagers whose favourite thing to do is complain about how much they want their phones. That being said, its been so nice to sit down and actually have a chat with the kids I eat meals with. Our dinnertime conversations had covered anything from various international stances on refugees to a definitive ranking of the Kardashian children by cuteness. I’m also not complaining about the fact that 16 year olds don’t need to be told things five times before an activity. They may not be as cute as the little ones, but its nice to take a step back.
I’ll sign off there with some of my favourite photos from this week.