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.
