The outside of the flophouse. Welcome.

So the summer is over at Windells as far as the snowboard camp side of things goes, though that's ok, because now the skatepark is empty and all of us that are still hanging out get to skate it crowd-free. It's pretty much the best. I'm a little behind on the photo updates, so this one is from the end of July/beginning of August. Check it out for a little more summer before the fall sets in.

Board holder.

Eric Willett's first time at Cobra Dogs. Cobra Dogs is one of the greatest things about a summer at Hood.

The kitchen crew made Sage a giant cake for his 17th birthday, which was during his session at camp. You can't tell here, but the cake itself is swirls of green, red and other colors...tie dye style.

Sage's birthday.

Another cake and tons of candy.

Christine did the writing on the cake. She's got nice handwriting.

If you look really hard at this photo, you can barely make out Forest Bailey, just having thrown a pair of shoes onto the telephone wire.

Cobra Dogs is the best place to stop to get a snack, both because the dogs are so delicious and because Cory is so awesome.

Sage had some sweet quote about how good this Cobra Dog was, but my iphone deleted the note I made apparently and I don't know remember what he said.

Forest held a pickle eating contest for a Gnu Park Pickle. Eat all of the pickles, drink the pickle juice, and win a Pickle.

This camper named Patrick won. Then he threw up everywhere. He was stoked, though.

Zak Hale's middle name is Hagen. You can't really tell here, but it is. Hagen is named for Copenhagen, the chewing tobacco. Zak is awesome.

Chris Lengle came out to visit and ate some mashed potatoes.

I think this is self explanatory.

This is a Del tha Funky Homosapien show at camp. It's blurry, but they're rapping.

Fish in Thriftway. Fresh.

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