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PS14j - August 28th, 2003
(All photos by William Matheson)
Jessica: "Sign this waiver! I promise the entire trip will be as pleasant as
my smile!" See the
high-res version of this picture.
Waiting for the busses to arrive at the Gorsebrook.
Chris Cheyney, from CSC226 and 227.
Hey, I want to go to Camp Lone Cloud, not Picadilly Circus.
Shane Paris' (Frosh Week Coordinator) first appearance (first on the
left).
The lower deck of my bus.
View from the upper deck of said bus.
Shane again.
Underneath the new access ramp to the Angus L. MacDonald bridge.
View from the deck of the A. Murray MacKay bridge.
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version of this picture.
The toll plaza at the start of the Circumfrential Highway (111). We
were stopped for several moments because we were in a right-hand-drive
vehicle, so the driver had to physically leave the bus to deposit his change.
On the 118, it became painfully apparent that these London busses were not built for speed. We were climbing up the hills at about half the speed of a golf cart. The experience was akin to being in a giant Isetta, and there were Geos passing us.
Mouse (Erica) checking to make sure no one left anything behind.
Ooh! Island adventure! I guess that explains the killer squirrels.
Seriously, Camp Lone Cloud is a teriffic little camp, and houses some of my most precious memories to date. (Well, at least until I get a real girlfriend, anyway.) Check out their official website.
The people towards the left would find bunks. The people towards the
right would be sleeping on the floor. Actually, in some cases the floor
is better than the bunk - while the bunk provides a place to put your things
away from people's feet, both the floor and bunk are equally Klingon-esque,
and on the floor you are able to extend your body to it's full horizontal
extent (in other words, few Cub Scouts are over six feet tall).
See if you can find Crystal, Lyndsay, the guy who snores*, and Alex in that picture.
* - As far as I know Lyndsay doesn't snore, so please be patient with my sentence structuring. If you want to know if Lyndsay snores, check with Craig.
This severely limited our passtime options.
Well, except for me, because I'm a rebel.
From left to right: Matt Langille, Ryan Cox, ?, Alex (my TURFBURN
partner). See the high-res
version of this picture.
The Lone Cloud Clipper. This year we were doing things very safe-like;
the deck stayed above water this year, and our feet didn't even get wet
during the crossing. Even better, the dock didn't collapse this year. Well,
at least not this dock...
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version of this picture.
They used this other boat to shuttle our things back and forth, and
also to take people back and forth to and from the mainland while Camp
was in progress. (People actually went back to Fall River just for snacks.
What a bunch of ingrates. If fruit bars are enough for me, they ought to
be enough for everybody.) =) Right: Jonathan Kincade (SMUSA VP Academic).
From left to right: Rob Martin (my co-Facilitator), William
Matheson. See the high-res
version of this picture.
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Left front: Rob. Right front: The CRO!
From left to right: Puddin', Spaz (Jeremy), Eric Miller (artist
behind Beaver and Penguin). One of these guys was tossed in still
wearing his cell phone (the other two were like, "Why didn't you say so?"),
and the cell phone didn't survive the experience. Fortunately, he got a
free replacement. See
the high-res version of this picture.
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From left to right: Chris Cheyney, Travis Coady (also from 227).
From left to right: Danielle (the prettiest woman in 227), Ryan
Cox, Matt Langille. See
the high-res version of this picture.
Our Frosh Leader Group, preparing for a foam stick battle against another
group.
Meghan (right): "You've been SWORDED!!"
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Alex (right) prepares to defend our honour. See
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Drew Vinson (photo contributor!) defending his own groups' honour.
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Okay, I admit it. I took this picture just to get a shot of Julia
(third from the right). You'll see why later. Anyway, this picture became
unnecessary because I eventually got to meet her and her friends. It sure
beats blindly pointing the camera sideways and clicking the shutter while
walking at speed.
In this game, the object was to construct a slingshot out of the materials
you see here and then shoot that tennis ball farther than the other group.
We were each given three attempts, and the team with the longest shot of
all would win.
Much of our group, from left to right: Matt, Chester, Keith,
Meghan, Alex, Ian.
Carolyn joins us on the far left. We had the best shot. We won most
of our battles that day, probably because we worked really well together
as a group. See the
high-res version of this picture.
Facilitators, from left to right: Spaz (Jeremy), Terri-Lynn
Lawrence, Shane Paris (coordinator), Adam Maher, ?, Mandy (my other co-Facilitator).
Shane is finishing up his "Boom-chika-boom" chant. See
the high-res version of this picture.
"Cabin" 7. It's probably cozier than it looks, though.
During our free time, we were permitted to swim. This was a tremendous
idea, since the showers were hooked up to an extremely short supply of
hot water and were most wisely avoided.
I can't say much for the sinks, either.
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version of this picture.
The Facilitators in front of their cabin.
Karrinne and Spaz (Jeremy), both wearing green, border Terry-Lynn.
Spaz likes this picture because he says it proves that he bosses people
around.
Kathleen (second from the left) and Jessica Bitsack (VP Finance, months later) look at my 2002
prints while Sean McGee (third from left) chillaxes.
Facing me, from left to right: Matt Harley, Ryan Cox, Adam Maher, Danielle,
Matt Langille. See
the high-res version of this picture.
Supper was delayed, so we were given some delicious* fruit bars to
eat. Actually, just about all the meals were delayed, but they were worth
the wait. I'm the patient type, so I suggested that we ought to just skip
supper and leave it all for tomorrow's breakfast, but this suggestion was
not well received. =) On the deck, from left to right: Speedbag
(Sean Hamilton), Kaz (Andrew Kazmel, last year's coordinator), Spaz (Jeremy),
Shane Paris, Issmat Al-Akhali (SMUSA VP Internal Affairs), Tyler Bent (SMUSA
VP Finance), Tyler MacLeod (SMUSA President). See
the high-res version of this picture.
* - As far as I'm concerned, they're delicious. Some people compared them to eating dirt, but I think they were just spoiled city kids.
In green: Mouse (Erin).
Cabin 5! From left to right: Jess, Rob, the spot I slept, ?,
Matt.
The Cabin 5 memories were mostly priceless. Much time was passed passing a ball around, and a few people got clocked in the head (myself included). The first night was passed with authentic-sounding bird noises and stupid jokes, and we laughed ourselves to sleep. Rob didn't let me get much sleep on the second night, as he would smack the floor with all his might just as I was getting to sleep. I'd be just getting into a dream, and then something horribly unpleasant would happen due to the smack, and I'd awake, very tired and very irate. This led to my yelling things like: "Rob! Stop putting all these bad road signs everywhere!"
From left to right: Issmat Al-Akhali (SMUSA VP Internal Affairs),
Chris Richards (SMUSA VP External Affairs). Well, if I made $20,000 a year,
I'd be eccentric too.
The popular "pick up the mousetrap-rigged puppets while a few people
yell directions at you while everyone else yells things to distract and
discourage you" game. From left to right: Matt, Meghan, Mandy, Erine.
From left to right: Rob, Kerra, Alex.
Craig (left, top) making his first appearance. This picture wasn't
taken in Cabin 5, but the next evening we were in Cabin 5 preparing for
the Talent Show, and he came in upon our secret preperations (sadly, he
wasn't in our group). Rob had us chant, "It's Craig! It's Craig!
It's Craig, it's Craig, it's Craig! Get the **** out, Craig!" It was fun
to watch him go through all these packs looking for something Rob hid while
we all shouted at him.
The 102 / 118 interchange, as seen from the shore.
I went to the end of the Clipper dock and took this picture with my
mini-tripod and camera. You can see the lights of a truck towards the right.
This is about the best I can do for night scenes with my current camera.
See all the high-res images linked to from this page, on one page. (Not for faint-of-heart computers.)
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