So, Sex Geek Summer Camp was awesome, as always, but it was also a disaster…
As soon as I pulled up to the lodge and tapped the WiFi, the first message that I got was that a very dear friend of mine had Gone To California unexpectedly in his sleep the previous night. That was crushing, but I was glad I was in a place with lots of love and support.
I checked in and chose an excellent campsite to pitch my tent. Being a day early because I’m staff has its advantages. I was right on the creek, with a beautiful view. Mostly things went well for the rest of the night.
The following morning, I woke up not feeling awesome, but did two shoots in the creek just after daybreak. Shortly thereafter though, things started to go downhill quickly. I used to get these debilitating migraines back in the day, but hadn’t had one since 1990. About 45 minutes before the onset of the migraines, I’d get a warning sign in the form of blindness – I could see in my peripheral vision, but not directly ahead of me, not dissimilar to having stared at the sun for awhile. That warning sign came shortly after my shoots, and I was just like, “fuck, really?” I did get a nasty headache, but not a migraine. I have never been so happy about a headache in my life.
It started to rain.
While walking through the campground, I got sneak-attack stung by a wasp, right on the nose, hitting that nerve, and causing an hour-long sneezing fit on top of some nasty pain, plus the headache. Not a great start to camp.
And then it started to pour.
The bus bringing most of the campers from the DC area airports was late. And then it broke down, repeatedly. I’m sort of an early-t0-bed-etc person, and am usually unconscious by 9:00 PM, so the bus not getting in until 10:30 wasn’t optimal. But I had to stay to shoot the disembarkation, and of course that was fun. I got back to my tent about midnight.
And then it turned into a monsoon.
I thought the creek sounded odd. Off, in some not-quite-definable way. So I put the flashlight and my camp lantern on it, only to discover it about half a foot below the bank edge, about to come out of the bank and wash away my tent. I had to break camp at midnight in the pouring rain. I shoved everything in Gypsy as fast as I could, every single thing I owned getting soaked in the process. Because of course it did.
I drove up to the lodge to talk to Michael and Sarah, the camp owners, who very kindly and graciously pointed me to Cabin K, an empty cabin at the far end of camp, where I could stay for the night free of extra charge due to the circumstances. I parked in front of Cabin K, got out of Gypsy, and over all the pouring rain heard a hissing sound that caused my heart to just absolutely sink.
Gypsy’s right front tire was losing air so fast I just watched it sink to the rim in the mud. I’d just replaced both front tires in South Dakota, it had about 1,000 miles on it. At that point, the absurdity of the universe’s sudden vendetta against me just became funny, and between that and my own fatigue, I just started laughing in the rain. I drug my soaking wet sleeping bag out of the car and into the cabin, threw it on a bunk, and crawled in and went to sleep.
The next morning, my laptop refused to start, and at that point I just threw up my hands and kept shooting.
That’s about how the whole week went, but y’know, if the universe is out to get you, Sex Geek Summer Camp is the place to be. Camp was a blast, lots of people checked in on me to make sure I was surviving and to give me hugs and love, and I made it through alive.
I’m behind getting photos done, but the laptop is running, and I’m catching up as quickly as I can. Wait ’til you see the booty I collected from camp and Woodhull! Sex toy Sexapalooza!
Images & Content © 2012-2018 Louis Shackleton
Keres Theme © 2015 Peerapong Pulpipatnan for Theme Forest