The difference between girls camp and boys camp

The Priesthood brethren who volunteered to come to girls camp with us must think we females are completely nuts. I've decided to show you a few differences between girls camp and boys camp to prove my point.

Organization and a schedule of events.

Extra tents... just in case. Or to put the supplies in just in case it rains.

Hearts to decorate the cabins with for good deeds done.

Crafts.

Colored Sharpies... I'm pretty sure the boys wouldn't consider these as necessary equipment.

Decorations. Everywhere. Disclaimer: This was not our cabin...we aren't that into decorating. And they were only half done with the decor when I took this picture.

Bleach pen shirts.

Cute quotes. And sugar cookies in the shape of a heart and covered in red sprinkles. 

Bags under their eyes and their hair pulled up in a bun.

Laundry lines.

Dinner in a bucket.

Girls staring at said dinner in a bucket wondering how in the heck to make tin foil dinners.

One leader {aka, me} who actually knows how to build a fire, assemble tin foil dinners, and cook them to perfection. And while I'm thinking about it, one leader who also knows how to cook in a dutch oven, properly clean dutch ovens, and take down the easy-up tent thingy. Apparently our girls are more of the hotel camping type.

Eating said tin foil dinners with the meat cooked all the way through and not in the dark. True story... just ask the boys who all got sick because they didn't start their coals until it was dark and couldn't see that the meat was still raw.

Faith walks.

Tye-dye shirts. It's tradition.

A ward name, the "Ruby Reds" and glittery, red shoes of course.

 

No wrestling matches.

A photo booth. {And while I'm thinking about it, probably an actual group photo too.}

Get-to-know-you games. Like tossing cheese balls onto someone's head covered in shaving cream.

A camp theme. Any guesses?

Clean {emphasis on clean} dutch ovens. 

Photo bombs. Ok, that might happen at boys camp. The bomb part at least.

Table decorations. 

Red utensils wrapped in napkins and red ribbon. To go with our ward name, the "Ruby Reds," of course.

A skit.

Desserts. Again, ready to eat before dark.

Fine. So the boys do come in handy when it comes to building fires. 

A testimony meeting with a jar full of glowing stars.