Camp Wild: Waterslide and Shortstop

It’s just a super sketchy waterslide with no rules built into a colossal hill right on the side of a highway in Missouri. There’s an awesome grumpy old man in a straw hat running a cash only operation from a makeshift hut, and if you’re shorter than the counter you get to slide for free. We call ahead to see if it’s even running. We drive almost an hour to get there. We play until our legs are too tired to climb back up the hill (or someone gets hurt), and usually still go “just one more time” one or seven more times. We we stop for gas station mile high ice cream cones at Short Stop on the way back.  It’s all very official and Summer can now come to an end

This next pic is my favorite water slide pic of all time. Delaney’s grip determination to hold Sloanie safely is everything! I love her love for my people. 

We were small in numbers with just the Shaws, Willies, and Cadence C, this year, but it was still unforgettable. Long live Camp Wild