Billings

Today’s blog entry comes from Jack Cobb ----

After we packed up in the morning Mr. Stark picked up the truck for all of our gear. After Jack took a shower he suddenly realized he had forgot something….. a towel. Once we were all packed up we set off for a kid’s favorite place WALMART. As we were sitting in the cars waiting for Mr. Zimmerman, Mr. Seibt, And Dr. Cummings we decided to come up with nicknames to say over the walkie talkies and here they are.

Mr. Seibt: Big Daddy Sackful- reasoning is well have you seen his size and he shirt said thanks a sackful as a thank you from white castle he did advertising for.

Mr. Zimmerman: The Zohan- reasoning is The Zohan is a hair stylist with practically an afro and Mr. Zimmerman has no hair left whatsoever.

Dr. Cummings: Dr. Plaque- reasoning is he is a professional in dentistry and has no plaque. He is so concerned about the scouts’ teeth that he brought an entire bucket of toothbrushes and tubes of toothpaste……. What a guy!!!!

Jack Cobb- Einstein- reasoning is Mr. Seibt apparently thinks that Jack doesn’t have any smarts well I proved him wrong

Well Einstein is in the other car now, so I will take back over and relay the events of last evening. We arrived at the airport in good order, but several boys were hungry, since the Northwest flight severed only drinks for free. By the time we landed, everybody was pretty tired and pretty hungry. Unfortunately, the Billing airport was shutdown for the night.

Mr. Stark (Evil Kinevil to keep with the ironic names, being that he is very safety conscious) had to get into protracted negotiations with the Enterprise desk clerk over the number of drivers and insurance costs, but in the end he won out and got us a good deal.

We packed one van full of gear and a few people and threw everyone else in the other van and were off to the Hilltop Hotel. Several wrong turns later, and a short trip down a one way street and we found the hotel. Dr Plaque (Cummings) had handled the reservations, so he went in while we all waited outside. And waited. And waited.

Turn out it was "something pride" weekend and all the rooms were full – in every hotel in town. Mysteriously, they lost our reservation on this most crucial of nights.

So a tired, somewhat cranky conversation ensued where we decided to head to the KOA Park that we would be staying at on the way out. We pile back into the cars, head down the road a few miles and can clearly see campsites available.

Once again Evil (Stark) had to put his negotiating hat on, as the fellow wanted to charge us $225 for the night, instead of the $75 we were reserved for on the way out of town. He stuck with it and saved the scouts some cash in exchange for just a little time.

Finally, we drug all the gear out to setup for the night. This was about the time that the Starks and Kevin realized they had shipped their tents out with the coolers and camp cook gear. All of which we were to pick up the next morning! Needless to say, a couple Dodge Grand Caravans are almost as comfortable to sleep in as a tent….

Back to the ironic nicknames:
Colin: tick
Will: calm (or bear bait)
Hank: Guppy
Mr. Hehman: Dr. Pain
Kevin: baggage

These still needing names – please chime in!
Omer:
Jake:
Matt:

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