JJ checked his schedule, a printed photocopy of an itinerary that he'd carried in his pocket for three days. It was creased and folded, had been wet twice now, and had started to fray in that way that only wet paper could. But he could still make out what it had said. Cabins D, E and F had two hours of craft shop, followed by an hour at the waterfront, and then lunch. The afternoon was activity field, followed by either paddle tennis or archery. There was a campfire that night, too. Jay looked over at table C. Nobody there he knew. Same with D. Heck, he could barely recall all the names of his own cabin-mates. 100% chance of Megs today. Great. He stuck his fork in the pancake, watching as it wobbled and stuck straight up. He fished in his backpack and produced a tupperware container. Stuffed a couple sausages into it, and then snapped the lid closed, tossing it back into his bag. He'd need runners, a towel, and his bathing suit. (where had he put the bathing suit?) Kids were milling about, some getting seconds, others pushing their plates away and excusing themselves to get ready for the day's activities. 

He needed to make a run to the "flushies" before craft shop. (the big, central washroom building. Most of the cabins didn't have bathrooms in them, only the staff cabins did.) Campers had to make the late-night trek to the flushies if they needed 'facilities.' The flushies were stuck on the back of the main lodge, obviously an afterthought, or added much later on, but as far as a communal bathroom went, they were clean, bright and there was something 'we're in this together' about having to make use of them. There were other washrooms, at the tuck shop, the waterfront, and the rec hall. But if a camper said they needed to make a run to the 'flushies, they typically meant the main, central washroom. It was the only place that had showers, too. 

He excused himself and carried his plate to the mess sink, where junior staffers wearing black were collecting the colourful plasticware in buss bins. JJ found it amusing that if you were a staffer you wore a Wyaconda tee that was either the blue of "Prop" dept. (repairs to the physical camp facilities. Light bulb out? Mosquito netting ripped? Tennis balls stuck in the tree? It was the "Props" staffers you saw out doing repairs) or the black tees of "Slop" (kitchen staff) the green of JP (junior programming, by far the most numerous,) the yellow of senior staff (there was always a yellow shirt mixed in with the junior staffers, and typically it was a yellow that ran events -- movie nights, talent shows, regatta, 'camper olympics,' the tuck shop, etc.) or -- coolest by far, the red of 'waterfront.' A lot of staffers had personalized their tees with their nick's on the back, or their cabin slogan, or their job. For instance, JJ knew that Blake, who worked waterfront, and looked impossibly cool at all times, had 'paddle' written across his shoulders on his red tee. He hadn't asked (yet) but was pretty sure it was because on family weeks, Blake took care of boat rentals, including paddle boats. There was literally nothing at Wyaconda that marked you as top of the pyramid like a red, sleeveless tee that said 'lifeguard' on the shoulders.

Maybe today was the day he'd get his red lanyard...