Large group of women in confined spaces

Sunday mornings have always felt different to me. No matter where i have been in my adventures Sunday mornings have always seemed unique. The sky and air just feel and look softer and the sunlight is more peaceful. This morning i woke up in the middle of the buzz and bickering of all my co-workers packing up their clothes and sleeping bags. Friday morning we as a staff left Salt Lake for a retreat out by Flaming Gorge recreation area. It was supposed to be a 3 hour drive which turned into a 7 hour drive to due the error of map quest. i didn't mind at all because i was one of the 3 drivers, and my car was a pimped out Yukon with a great sound system and smooth ride. I cranked up Timberland's new Cd and put on my 7$ sunglasses ( i never pay more than 10 bucks on shades because i loose them, it never fails)
When its a car full of girls on a road trip you
usually end up talking about everything twice and boys the rest of the time. I enjoyed over analyzing boys for the whole ride up, it resulted in much contemplation about boys in my own life. Its fun to tell your boy stories and then go around the car and see how the others respond. I was left stumped this weekend when one of my friends told me that i don't really like any guy in my world right now, i just like the attention they give me. wow, that was interesting. how do you know when you really do like someone genuinely or if you just like the attention they are giving you? this was very insightful. The weekend continued on this way, girls with no make up talking about boys and past loves. Once we hit Wyoming there was an immediate liquor run, and then we slowly descended into the flaming gorge area. I have never seen water that clear before, or such a contrast in sharp color between the cerulean water and the orange flame rocks. we got to our cabins right as the thunder and lightning surrounded us. We were rained in and there was nothing left to do but team building activities. personality tests, problem solving, brain storming, team work building a bridge out of 3 pieces of paper and a few paperclips that could sustain the weight of a hot wheel as it crosses successfully, and so on. when i first pulled into the cabin i knew i would want to take a lone walk around at some point this weekend and pick some thistle flowers and climb some rocks. We went to vernal the next day to find some ancient Fremont petroglyphs which were awe striking. We hiked and climbed boulders around the old soft markings left behind as old as 1200ad. Since i was the driver i had us stop briefly at the Vernal LDS temple. i wanted to walk around and see it and just feel the different reverences between the sacred Fremont cliff markings and the peaceful grounds of the temple. We rented paddle boats that afternoon out on the lake. i am so clumsy and ended up in the lake more than the paddle boat, no surprise. i snuck out of the group around sunset and drove down to the dam to see over the edge and look down the canyon. I was impressed with the sharp colors of that canyon, the green river at the bottom and the overpowering cement wall 435feet tall above me. i have no idea how that dam harnesses power and converts it to electricity, i need to find out how that works. Anyway the day ended with fruitless fishing attempts and white wine and Malibu rum being passed around. this just caused more bickering and commotion for all of us girls who by this point were getting a little snappy and edgy toward each other. Some people wanted to fish some more today others wanted to leave 1st thing in the morning and the drama ensued. I woke up today and didn't want to be in the middle of the negativity. i put on my flip flops (shoes were soaked due to the paddle boat incident) and went for a walk. i found a bright orange rock off in the trees and took a seat. As i looked around i really could feel it was Sunday. I thought about how usually this time on Sundays i was in panty hose and a dress in church with a hymn book in my lap doodling pictures for my room mate star, because i listen better when i doodle pictures. This morning was very different, i had spent the weekend outside and was tired, a bit grumpy and was wearing soggy jeans that smelled like lake. I was still in my PJ shirt, an old Jerry rice 49er jersey i stole from my brother a few years back. It was the only shirt left that i hadn't gotten wet or sticky with melted marshmallows. I was home sick for my usual Sunday yet it was so nice to feel a mountain breeze and pick some flowers today. I love that you can feel the difference of a Sunday even in the middle of the woods. I wanted to stay and hike around. i had wanted a longer peaceful moment, but my friend started to yell "Marco" in my direction from the cabin and i had no choice but to yell "polo" and be found and go home.We loaded up the SUVs instead and headed over the dam for some photo ops, and headed home. i don't know if we team built or really made goals to make our staff stronger. i know new friendships were made, old ones tested and i also learned that a large group of women in one cabin could also be the premise for a reality show. I had a great little get away but i look forward to my usual peaceful Sunday this week.