More of Us: There are many snowballs in hell

FAMBAM!

I am flippin loving my time here in D.C. All in all the internship is fantastic. Simple stuff; however, I signed a fancy waiver saying I wouldn't blog about anything work related. So, let me tell you about my weekend of fun and games.
We took a trip with the ward down to Gettysburg which turned out to be the most amazing trip ever on one hand but also the most cold/poorly prepared for trip ever. Let me explain...
I was packing my bag for the weekend campout on Friday afternoon. It had been quite a hot week and Friday was no exception. Therefore, I was sweating as I came back from the briefing we went to as a class. Due to my sweaty state I made the mistake of deciding that it would be war all weekend. Little did I know that Mr. Snow Miser would attack the campsite:

(Mr. Snow Miser)
So anyways we got to the camp (about 10 miles outside of Gettysburg) at about 8:30 at night and it was pretty chilly. There was a huge fir though so I just chilled by it and joined a little dance party. By the time everyone went to bed around 12 I was exhausted and fell promptly asleep.
I feel like this is a good time to let you all know that the only things I brought on this campout were a pair of shorts, a pair of jeans, three short sleeved shirts, an oxford, and a light throw blanket. Note: NONE of these items are cold weather items.

(Does this look any better than a scarf?)

So, after falling asleep quickly with the throw blanket wrapped around me the best I could I got a wonderful four hours of sleep. I had the blessed opportunity of waking up at 4 A.M. realizing that I was shivering and could barely feel my toes (oh yeah, I only brought one pair of socks). I was still wearing my shoes so in a vain attempt to get warm I hopped out of bed (and just to add to the misery of the experience I was on the top bunk in the cabin) and went for a brief walk until I regained feeling. I then crawled back up into the excuse for a bed and pulled myself into the fetal position (still utilizing the throw blanket to the best of my ability) and fell asleep. This time I got a quality half hour of sleep and woke up again at five. At this point I believe I was going a little crazy because of loss of blood to the head so I whispered my roommate's name until he woke up then said "never mind." I secretly hoped that he wouldn't answer because I was planning on taking his blanket from him while he was asleep. Not exactly Christlike, but hey I was desperate! So I rolled around uncomfortably for another 20 minutes until another BYU kid in the cabin woke up. I walked over to his bed and sat down and we chatted for about a minute, then I just decided I was coming in and I crawled in his bed. Never has body heat mixed with a comforter felt so amazing. We were joined about 30 seconds later by the other BYU kid in the cabin who promptly related that he had the exact same experience as I did the night before because he was ill-equipped also. Basic gist: twin beds can fit three grown men and we were warm.
Overall, I made it through the campout alive. I know you all think I'm an idiot, and I can support that, but thought you would all enjoy my minor misery. Love you all so much, thinking about you tons.

-Sam
PS: Here are some pictures from my stay thus far :).