For no lack of persistence and tenacity of the group, we unfortunately failed in our quest to find POTUS 44 Barack Obama. This was especially disheartening considering our counselor Simon had promised we’d see him in Martha’s Vineyard; although, I suppose we should by now be accustomed to his deceit. Despite all of this, our more relaxed day, to the surprise of everyone, turned out to be quite relaxing and enjoyable. We all awoke at around 6 or maybe 3 or maybe 1 to the relaxing feeling of cold Massachusetts rain pouring through our supple and unprotected tent windows. We were further comforted by the warm embrace of Massachusetts driver energy. Today the infamous rhetorical question often posed by parents “if all your friends jumped off a bridge, would you?” was put to the test when, presented the choice of the title of “two thousand and eight”or the ever dreaded “two thousand and late,” I chose my ego and the cold envelope of the Atlantic Ocean. The undoubtable highlight of today however was the fabled return of the king, he who bested and scammed our champion Counselor Simon. Although he was occupied with more pressing matters, he needn’t acknowledge us for his presence alone was enough to light up our days. The day ended with games of Spikeball and H.O.R.S.E. and laughter around our metaphorical fire. We sincerely hope that the next trekkers will be able to carry on our legacy and do what we could never.
- written by trekker kenzo
