It was supposed to be “Ship of fools say’s you…Airheads say’s I”....but there weren’t too many rum drinkers on hand so it ended up “An’ I’ll get a swig in hell” – Rudyard Kipling

We had an intimate group for this year’s Rouges Harbor Campout. Friday was deathly hot & humid so we retreated to the cool waters of the Chesapeake with beers in hand for a long barley session. Later the cold front came in as the weatherman promised, 7 or 8 hours late of course, but that was fine because the delay gave us good weather to sit outside and dine on the dock of the Nauti Goose Saloon for dinner. We made it back to camp just before the scattered drops of rain started and Todd got into character for “story time”. Todd Byrum always has a theatrical flair for the poems and shanties he recites, this year he was in costume for his recital of Kipling’s, Gunga Din. Saturday we road to a local diner for breakfast, where we had quite possibly the most sarcastic waitress ever, at one point Todd asked for some “fine New England maple syrup”, she slapped down a bottle of what looked like Aunt Jemima and said something like “you’ll have this shit and like it”. From there we went our separate ways for the day, some to the ordnance museum at the Aberdeen proving grounds. I went with Robert Jones for a leisurely ride through the countryside, it hit the spot and along with the entire relaxing weekend was just what I needed. I’m looking forward to doing it again next year.