A Week at Camp Guma Gitchee

[Datom]

Camp Guma Gitchee

“Well, what about me?” I howled.

Mom just looked at me. “We’re working on it, Evan. We’ll come up with someplace for you.”

Mom had just told me and my big sister Erika that she and my Dad were planning a trip in a few weeks. They were going to some resort up in Michigan someplace, and we weren’t coming.

“You have to remember that your Dad and I haven’t gone anywhere by ourselves together for years now,” she tried to explain. She smiled. “Don’t forget that before you two came along, he and I were boyfriend and girlfriend. So we should still be able to do a romantic getaway, just the two of us, every once in awhile.”

Erika shrugged. “That’s okay with me,” she said. “That’s the same week I’m going to summer camp. So you don’t have to worry about me. Just Evan.” She smirked at me.

“I know.” Mom nodded. “We kind of planned it that way. But we’re making arrangements for Evan. I’ve been in touch with a couple of boys’ camps to see if they have room for him.”

I piped up, “I could just stay with Billy Zalter. He’s got an extra room at his place.”

“I know, I tried that, Evan,” Mom sighed. “I called Mrs. Zalter, and she said that they’re having out-of-town company that week, and they need the room.” She held up a finger and looked at me. “And before you asked, I also called Kevin Ross’s mom. The Rosses are all going to Colorado that week. And I can’t think of any of your other fifth-grade friends that you could stay with.” She smiled as encouragingly as she could. “But I think we’ll be able to find a summer camp that can still take you that week.”

Yeah, sure. I wasn’t enthusiastic about being farmed out to some stupid boys’ summer camp. I’d done it before, once. I mean, the swimming and hiking stuff was okay. And I could tolerate the nature lectures. But I was always afraid of having to make friends with some of the other boys there. I guess I’m just not much of a mixer. And it seemed, from my experience, that there were always one or two older boys who would try to dominate things.

So it was with some hope that, about a week later, I heard Mom talking to Dad on the phone.

“No, that won’t work either, Honey,” she was saying. “I just got word back from Camp Pinetop that they’re all full that week . . . . No, Camp Pine Tree is full up, too. And Camp Playmore says Evan is too old. They don’t take kids older than nine.”
Good, I thought. They have to cancel the trip! I’ll get the house to myself, with out my pesky big sister!

“Oh, Walter! That would never work!”

What was “that,” I wondered.

“Well, okay,” Mom sighed. “I’ll try. But I can tell you, they’ll never go for it.”

I hoped that "they" (whoever they were) wouldn't go for it (whatever "it" was).

. . . . . . . .
They went for it.

Two days later, Mom called me into the kitchen. She was trying to look like she had the best news in the world for me. I mean, she was trying. She sat me down at the table, and beamed at me, somewhat apologetically.

“Guess what, Evan?” she started. “You’ll be going to summer camp after all!”

Oh, well, I thought. It’s not the end of the world. “Where?”

“Camp Guma Gitchee,” she said, hesitating a bit, and trying to maintain her smile.

“Yeah,” I gaped, “but isn’t that the camp where Erika is going?”

“Uh, yes,” Mom hesitated, “but it’s the only camp that had an opening.”

“But Mom! Camp Guma Gitchee is a girls’ camp!” “Oh, hell! I thought. This was going to be worse than I thought! A girls’ camp! I’d probably spend the time picking flowers, or making lemonade or other girl stuff! Will they even take me? In case you didn’t notice, I’m a boy.”

“I know,” Mom sighed. It’s the only place I can find for you to stay while we’re gone. It’ll just be from Sunday evening to Friday morning. And yes, they know you’re a boy. But the camp supervisor, Mrs. Maitland, says you will have your own bunk, so you won’t have to sleep in the same room with the girls. And there’ll be stuff to do there. I think you’ll be fine.”

But, Mom!” I protested. “They’re all girls!”

Mom made a mock face. “Well, what’s so bad about that? You know, I’m a girl.”

“No you’re not a girl. You’re my Mom.”

She chuckled, then put her arm around my shoulder. “I know, Evan. I’m sorry we couldn’t do something a little more comfortable for you. But, hey, you might have fun! There’ll be stuff to do there, and you might even enjoy it! I mean, the girls don’t exactly spend the whole week cutting out paper dolls.”

“But what about Erika? She’ll be there!”

“Of course she will,” Mom agreed. “What’s so bad about that? I mean, after all, she’s your sister.”

Yeah, I thought to myself. She’s my big sister, and she likes to pick on me. I didn’t say it out loud, but I thought it.

After all, Erika was the one who liked to sneak up on me from behind and tickle me. Sometimes she would pull up my shirt and tickles my bare stomach, especially when her friends were around. And she’s the one who’s always making fun of me, saying that I’m little and shrimpy, and calling me a wuss, in front of my classmates. In fact, just a few weeks ago a she and a few of her friends strapped me to a dolly that Dad kept in the garage, and paraded me around the park! In just my underpants! (See The Dolly viewtopic.php?t=5224 ) I was frantically hoping that by the time school started, the girls in my class, who had been at the park and seen me, would forget about all the pictures they took of me that day. Mom and Dad never found out about it, and I was too embarrassed to tell them.

So, I wasn’t real happy about the idea that I’d be there with her at this Camp Guma Gitchee place. This could turn out really badly, I thought.

Boy! I didn’t know the half of it!
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[Jeepman89]

I am so excited for this story. Can't wait to see what happens at the girls camp.

[NudeBaG]

Ooooo.
A follow up to The Dolly?
Nice!

[Lola]

Great start! Can't wait for more!!