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December 18, 2007
I grabbed a bag with cleaning supplies and a tub with some of the dishes and made my way down to the bank of the river. With SOS pads at the ready, I attacked the filth with as much eagerness as can be expected from a twelve year-old. I was working on my second skillet when my good friend David, who was totally blind, was brought to my location by Stephen, a fellow camper. I guided David to where I was and sat him down. He said Mr. Eaton had told him to supervise me which made us both laugh.