The excitement of the day:

When I sat down to lunch and heard over the radio, "Did anyone call 9-1-1?" A fire truck and ambulance had pulled into camp, flashing lights and sirens on; after several minutes of confusion, we realized that none of us had called them. Yes, that's right: they had the wrong camp. We're 1.1 miles from the main road, and several miles away from another too similarly named camp. I felt bad for the person who called 9-1-1, because the detour to our camp was a solid five-minute delay at the latest.