For example, I wouldn’t willing choose to BBQ in the pouring rain, getting soaked clear through with no way to get dry until a lost key shows up. But, that is how I spent last Saturday night: dripping wet with 12 other people barbecuing squid and chicken skin and other Japanese delicacies.
The second annual English Fellowship Camp got off to a bit of a rocky start. Perhaps I should have realized then what was in store. The weather was fine (a plus, and a bit of a miracle during the rainy season). The vans were late picking us up, then the pastor forgot some things back at the church, so turned around to get them. We finally left Tokyo for the beautiful green woods of Nagano. It was a bit of a drive, but well worth it. The woods were so much more beautiful than I imagined, after being cooped up in Tokyo for nine months.
As we were pulling into town, the pastor announced that he had left the key to our destination back in Tokyo (we had already turned around once for forgotten items, so it’s an even funnier story than if it was the only thing he had forgotten!).
We arrived at the cabin and put all our stuff on the porch, and went for a hike
(I’ve got pics on my cell phone, but don’t know how to put them on the computer yet. If you come to Tokyo, I’ll show them to you). Scratch that. I now know how to put pictures in. Although, I still have more, so come over anytime!
As we finished our hike, it started to rain. So, we hurried back to the (locked) cabin to set up the tents (canopies?). We had two small ones that fit on the porch, and one big one we set up in the back yard: with difficulty, as I seemed to be the only one reading the directions (a misnomer, since they were in Japanese, I was merely following the pictures). Finally, we finished setting up the tent in the rain, and then all proceeded to head back to the porch, where the grill was being lit. The big tent on the ground could have held all 13 of us. But, we all congregated around the grill. The rest of the night. We did not use the big tent even once.
Two small tents didn’t hold us and the grill. Mostly, people hung out under the eaves, and some of the guys took turns running to the motion-sensor light so that we could see. I ended up being the waitress, carrying finished kabobs to people who would rather stay dry than eat (I had not helped cook at all, so I had planned to serve the finished product. I had also intended to be dry while doing this, but ah, well.)
The tents leaked rain in between them, plus there was a shower between the tents and the eaves. Plus, one man finally took an umbrella and stood in front of the motion light, and I took him food for his willingness to do that.
When a light turned on inside the cabin, we all cheered as the cabin’s owner came to let us in. He said it felt like the Second Coming! We all finished clearing up and moved the party inside, where it was warm and dry.
My pajamas never felt so good!