Hello Fellow Campers! HAPPY SAINT PATRICK’S DAY!
Step right up and follow the signs and the park rangers down to our Woods campsite…..we’ll be there for two nights so get settled in. Make sure and visit all your friends at their tents – there are a LOT of us here and you don’t want to miss out on meeting and greeting everyone!
There are lots of fish in the stream so feel free to catch some – we have fishing permits for everybody!
If you want to go for a hike, take a buddy or two along and enjoy all the beauty around us here at Pacific Rim National Park. Don’t forget to take your binoculars and cameras along.
There’s lots to do but we also have some “business” to take care of…….what? Well the poll for “BEST DECORATED TENT” that’s what! You can vote for more than one on this poll. Just pick out your favorites and cast your vote. We’ll have voting TODAY and TOMORROW. The winner will be announced at the big bonfire on the beach on Tuesday!
We also have the “SCARIEST CAMPFIRE POEM” to vote for. For this, I’m posting the poems without names – - – it will be a surprise to tell you who got the most votes on Tuesday night! All you have to do is put the number of your favorite poem in a comment on the blog ! HERE THEY ARE:
CANDIDATE NUMBER ONE
Once upon a time,
On a dark and scary night,
I was feasting on a candy bar,
But something wasn’t right.
I asked my friend Gorilla
If he heard a funny noise.
He said, “Let’s go and check it out.
Just let me get my boys.”
We hopped into their garbage truck
And took a ride around.
Saw fireflies and yellow eyes
But that’s not all we found!
A scary, monster orchestra
With zombies playing flutes,
Ghosts on violin and bass
And skeletons in suits,
Was entertaining werewolves
And vampires and freaks
With howling and growling
And grunts and groans and shrieks!
CANDIDATE NUMBER THREE
I missed my train and the buses were late,
I didn’t want to miss camping out by the lake
So I hitched a ride with a garbage truck
driven by a gorilla who smelt pretty yuck!
I gave him a candybar in exchange for the ride
And he drove there in a full-throttled glide.
But when he left me at the camping ground
the site was bare, there was no one around.
It was dark and cold and I had no way back
So I’d wait till morning and then start to track
I pitched my tent and settled in for the night
My torch close by and the covers pulled tight.
Sleep was broken by frenzied dreams
Until I was woken up by terrified screams
breath coming short, heartbeat racing,
I headed out, what would I be facing?
The torch battery died and I was lost in the dark
Scared and shaking I gave a hesitant bark.
But no one responded, so I stumbled ahead
into the unknown, my heart filled with dread
But then through the night I heard a refrain
a violin was playing a haunting strain.
Ears pricked up, I followed the sound
until I saw lights ahead high on a mound.
As I got closer, I sighed with relief
for there were my friends surrounded by leaves.
‘I’m so glad I found you, I was filled with fright
I heard the most awful screams in the night.’
‘We heard them too, so we hid up here’, they replied
There’s a beast in the forest who’s out for our hides!’
A movement in the grass drew all our eyes
‘Oh no, here it comes!’ everyone cried.
As the beast drew nearer, we all held our breaths
scared that this creature would soon bring our deaths.
But it wasn’t a monster that we all saw
It was just Easy with a painful thorn in his paw!
CANDIDATE NUMBER FOUR
The forest was dark and quiet
A fire was burning low
The dogs and cats who gathered
Sat round the eerie glow
“ What shall we do now” said Easy
I’ve brought my Violin
Perhaps you’d like to have a dance
Or maybe we could sing
No No , let’s have a story
Said Sammy the cat
It’s Mollies turn to tell one
They all looked to where she sat
Well, it was a cold December day
The pond had frozen over
Lot’s of us were skating round
With me and fat cat brudder
On we went, we formed a line
And I was at the back
Suddenly there was a noise
And I fell through the crack
I heard the cries and frantic screams
All going through my head
It was so cold, I couldn’t move
I knew I’d soon be dead
But then I heard the engine
Of my best friends garbage truck
My Gorrilla pal, old Candy Bar
It was a stroke of luck
Grab a hold, I’ll pull you out
Oh thanks I duly cried
I’d forgotton that my dearest friend
A year a go had died.
CANDIDATE NUMBER FIVE
It was a dark and a grey sort of day,
Like the ones whee always hate,
A group of friends were going camping,
But one of them was running late.
“Sorry,” cried the latecomer in gasps,
Dashing up with just seconds to spare,
Begging they forgive him this time,
As a gorilla had stolen all his underwear.
Now you may well go ahead and laugh,
Oh how his friends, well they certainly did,
But they did not notice they were being watched,
By something which behind a garbage truck hid.
The trip to the site was surprisingly merry,
They all sang as there leader strummed at his guitar,
And one tried out his skills on the violin,
It was so bad they almost jumped out of the car!
When they finally reached the old woods,
Night had already begun to fall,
They set up their tents at top speed,
And set a fire as the air began to cool.
They chatted as they ate their dinner,
Enjoying candy bars and toffee sticks,
And one, the ever hopeful Romeo,
Tried to charm the ladies with his magic tricks.
After one particular failed magic card,
They heard something move in the trees,
“Is it magic?!” asked someone quietly,
“No don’t be silly,” another did tease.
But the rustle continued and got closer,
And the friends moved into a huddle,
Wrapping paws into paws and fur intertwined,
In a very strange sort of a cuddle.
It was a week later when the site was found,
After a ranger wondered why no one had returned,
He was surprised to find the suitcases still there,
But every single special tent had been quite burned.
No one knows what happened to those friends,
But they say if you stand beneath those trees,
You can here them calling for help,
And a eerie rustling sound on the breeze . . .
Remember, put the number of the entry you’re voting for in a comment. You might THINK you know who wrote these but you won’t know FOR SURE until the awards ceremony Tuesday night!! The poll will be here tomorrow too…..
So everybody have some fun then met me tonight at the grilling area for a cookout…….
AND, after that, you’ll enjoy your first night in the woods in your cozy tents……………Sleep well friends – I’m SO HAPPY YOU CAME TO CAMP SAMMY…………….