The stunning conclusion to the SWEAT saga

SWEAT Day 3 (Friday 8/21)

We woke up early (as usual). Breakfast was pancakes and oatmeal (also usual). Some of us had resolved to rent kayaks for a few hours. We walked to the Lodge, where kayak rentals were handled. After figuring out the rental groups (some people wanted a canoe instead), we went down to the boat house. The boat boy was actually from Keller, Texas (Texan takeover, kids!). Allison and I kayaked around the entire rim of the lake. We stopped at a boulder in the middle of the lake that struck my fancy (it was the only one that had been too far to swim to). I spent a few minutes climbing this cluster of rocks protruding from the lake surface. This, of course, resulted in plenty of scratches, but at least I was satisfied with having conquered every rocky island in the lake. We then kayaked to the dam, gave it a high five, and headed back to the boat house (approximate time: 1 hour).

More sunbathing ensued as we waited for the second shift of kayak renters to get back. Then, we all piled into the lodge for our first "civilized" meal. Of course, an earlier group of our own car campers had already taken over most of the restaurant's resources, and so, we were left with a long wait. We hung out at the bar, where the bartender was so kind as to sneak in a favor with the kitchen and get us not one, but three orders of onion rings (and she only charged us for one! We gave the additional cost of the rest as her huge tip).

After we were fully satisfied, we went back to the lake and planned our group skit, which was going to be performed at the big jamboree when all the hiking groups (and our car camping group) reunited. After repacking our stuff and moving yet again, we joined up with the rest of the hikers and started making new friends while anxiously awaiting skit time.

As for the skits themselves, I must defer to the "what happens in SWEAT stays in SWEAT" rule. Burgers and dogs, smores, and new friends. It was all a good time, but I felt incredibly exhausted and opted to leave that night. I got back to Stanford around 2:30 AM, took a hot shower, and passed out.