Scuba Trip With Guys

 I had been scuba diving for several years when my uncle asked if I would come with him and help out with a youth group that he was taking diving in the ocean. We were going to drive down to California, convoy style, camp out and then go on a dive boat for three days and reverse the process. My friend and I still had to pay a little but we got most of it covered n exchange for us helping the younger boys to not get in trouble and to not die. Fair enough. The guys were an okay group but a little goofy in that way that a kid with too much testosterone and not enough sense get when they are in their early teens. The drive down was pretty uneventful, we pushed strait through except for stops in a small town outside of Las Vegas where we were not allowed to do anything but eat at a very cheep buffet and not do anything naughty. When we got to California we went strait to a campsite where we set up to spend the night until we could board our boat the next day. There was another camp nearby that was made up of some kind of christen girls group and there were quite a few flirty girls which seemed like a recipe for mischief but most of our guys were too shy to approach the girls and when my friend and I did they just giggled and didn't talk. We saw them around the campground and at the store and outside of the showers for the rest of the night and the next day and nothing came of it. When they were driving off and in the safety of their retreat they did tell us generally that we were cute and made some other cat calls. I finally knew what women must go through when they are accosted on the street by random strangers; and it was awesome.