tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post9140185306652157874..comments2024-03-29T02:43:11.575-04:00Comments on Jungle Red Writers: Not A Happy CamperJungle Red Writershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16646429819267618412noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-15127324789864478792019-01-06T13:29:02.707-05:002019-01-06T13:29:02.707-05:00Judi--you win! YAAAYYYYY! email me your address--...Judi--you win! YAAAYYYYY! email me your address---to hryan at whdh dot com Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-87924601043430149632019-01-06T13:26:13.286-05:002019-01-06T13:26:13.286-05:00Yes, that first dive is always a big moment! It...Yes, that first dive is always a big moment! It's so--counterintuitive!Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-62673862667580573862019-01-06T13:25:30.943-05:002019-01-06T13:25:30.943-05:00It's a pleasure hosting you--any time!It's a pleasure hosting you--any time!Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-39495321407434484462019-01-06T13:25:07.010-05:002019-01-06T13:25:07.010-05:00such fun! And you are a rock star for being a troo...such fun! And you are a rock star for being a troop leader!<br />Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-37355133895128750782019-01-06T01:50:01.206-05:002019-01-06T01:50:01.206-05:00Geez, I wouldn't be a happy camper, either. I ...Geez, I wouldn't be a happy camper, either. I was a little older than my peers when I learned to swim. I learned at a nearby community pool. I never did get over my fear of diving head first. I panic. I've always jumped in feet first so that I can see where I was going and I knew to swim upwards. I want to read this story and find out how it ends. It's cold and rainy here in Northern California, but I'm not complaining. We need it. bluedawn95864 at gmail dot comBonnie K.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02780504029596670240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-81585020027913315312019-01-06T01:22:18.129-05:002019-01-06T01:22:18.129-05:00Hi! I went to Science Camp and 4-H Camp in junior...Hi! I went to Science Camp and 4-H Camp in junior high and then I was a Scout leader for Cub Scout camps! Thanks for the chance to win this book. It is cold and rainy here in Northern CA! lindaherold999(at)gmail(dot)comLinda Heroldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09988385643154235201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-32125214394947496862019-01-05T16:34:36.512-05:002019-01-05T16:34:36.512-05:00Thank you so much, Hank! And thank you for being h...Thank you so much, Hank! And thank you for being here throughout the day. It's been great fun hearing from future readers.JPSmithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16256944707576351191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-10537505544876460472019-01-05T16:33:03.603-05:002019-01-05T16:33:03.603-05:00 It’s a completely terrific book at! Absolutely ri... It’s a completely terrific book at! Absolutely riveting. Cannot wait for everyone else to read it! Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07630366214207785339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-76212437090822172842019-01-05T16:32:44.007-05:002019-01-05T16:32:44.007-05:00 So agree! And so funny how instantly sinister it ... So agree! And so funny how instantly sinister it is, you know? Or maybe that’s just us :-) xxxHank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07630366214207785339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-2346623627838315572019-01-05T16:32:13.325-05:002019-01-05T16:32:13.325-05:00Exactly! XxExactly! XxHank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07630366214207785339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-71316422707424293152019-01-05T16:32:03.072-05:002019-01-05T16:32:03.072-05:00Scout camp! Oh gosh, a rite of passage so many of ...Scout camp! Oh gosh, a rite of passage so many of us share… two weeks of snakes and mosquitoes. Yuck. There should be a badge for perseverance. Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07630366214207785339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-87033771976776294752019-01-05T16:15:37.338-05:002019-01-05T16:15:37.338-05:00At the city pool. My parents paid for swim lesson...At the city pool. My parents paid for swim lessons.Mark Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11567392254011373198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-79297127213738745522019-01-05T15:27:57.760-05:002019-01-05T15:27:57.760-05:00Just thought I'd jump in—though I'm still ...Just thought I'd jump in—though I'm still here—and thank everyone who has written in, either with a question or about their experiences, and I'm glad everyone survived! I very much appreciate your interest in The Drowning, and hope you find it as satisfactory to read as I found it fun to write!JPSmithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16256944707576351191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-61745249456521034372019-01-05T15:14:20.088-05:002019-01-05T15:14:20.088-05:00This book sounds amazing and I can't wait to r...This book sounds amazing and I can't wait to read it! My camps were mostly day camps and there was swimming, but in pools (I grew up in the city). However, I love stories set at camps where there is a lake. My imagination immediately starts to go and I can't wait to be drawn into a story. I'm looking forward to The Drowning!Nadine Nettmannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03467313774382053686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-79106130114305286562019-01-05T14:21:55.060-05:002019-01-05T14:21:55.060-05:00As a fan of metafiction, I love the idea of the st...As a fan of metafiction, I love the idea of the story-within-the-story, the documentary maker serving as a counterpoint to the "official" story laid out by the author. It always intrigues me to feel a little unsteady on my feet when I'm reading something.Juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09553268569509053159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-48045803573360793982019-01-05T14:07:18.857-05:002019-01-05T14:07:18.857-05:00This sounds like a satisfying tale of revenge. May...This sounds like a satisfying tale of revenge. Maybe? I learned to swim at community swimming pools as a kid. My parents signed us up every summer for Red Cross swimming classes. I also had them at scout camp, although one summer I didn't earn a badge. The swimming instructor was really cranky and yelled something about stay out of the way if you don't want to work. I and several girls took her up on it. My first overnight camp was a church camp on Galveston Bay. I was homesick for my big brother the whole time (a week). It was a coed camp too which I thought was unusual. Then I went to a Camp Fire Girl camp. We rode the train from Houston to either Temple or a stop nearby, McGregor. That was also one week. I just remember it being hotter than hell and their encouraging us to take salt tablets. I did spend several summers at Girl Scout camp in east Texas. Imagine heat and pines, snakes and mosquitoes for two weeks. They had a lake for canoeing and a swimming pool for swimming. I usually went with a friend, but didn't seem to fit in with our tentmates as easily as whoever I went with. So my track record was being there but not completely being there! I must have enjoyed it enough though to keep going back. Pat Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12732230586783432052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-56952189189848299952019-01-05T13:51:50.984-05:002019-01-05T13:51:50.984-05:00SO scary. And whoa. What an experience...the ocean...SO scary. And whoa. What an experience...the ocean is so vast. And angels, huh? Could be... (What happened to the inner tube?)<br /><br />And yes, I am not fond of the yucky bottoms of lakes.Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-38703978368796630332019-01-05T13:35:57.765-05:002019-01-05T13:35:57.765-05:00Oh, I have to read this book! Summer camps are ac...Oh, I have to read this book! Summer camps are accidents and misery waiting to happen. Maybe I've watched too many summer camp horror movies. Seriously though, summer camps seem to me to either be something kids are enthusiastically excited about or miserably dreading (note Andy Kaufman's homesickness). I only attended one summer camp as a kid, after 5th grade. There were friends of mine going, so I was excited. I ended up being terribly homesick, but able to get through a week. And, of course, the camp was on a lake, and I wasn't a good swimmer, and I was terrified of lake water and its depth and darkness. It ended up with me getting cramps in my legs in the water and being helped to the dock ladder by a couple of friends. No lake swimming for me. No thank you very much. <br /><br />I didn't have my drowning experience until I was in my early 20s and married. My husband and I were in Hawaii, Waikiki Beach, Honolulu. I feel the same way about ocean water as I do lake water. I don't like not being able to see what's under there, and I avoid water over my head like the plague. Well, my husband managed to talk me into going out farther than where I was comfortable because we had rafts. Then, his raft blew away and he wanted to go after it. Unfortunately, it was faster for him to go after his raft using my raft to aid him. I was in water that was up to my shoulders, and he told me to just stay put and he'd be right back. Uh, well, did I mention I don't like not knowing what is swimming around under the water that I can't see? Of course, I decided to move and swim in (again, not a great swimmer)closer to shore. And, of course, I swam crooked, stopped to put my feet down and discovered too late the water was over my head. Panic ensued. I swallowed some water, but was able to scream for help. A couple, probably middle aged, nearby with an inner tube came over and told me to hang onto it. Husband had heard me and was there quickly, too. He took over the rescue. I turned to thank the couple, but they were gone. Absolutely, without a trace, gone. I consider that my second encounter with angels. <br /><br />JP, I can't wait to read The Drowning and relive a fear or two.Kathy Reelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17004247271452356577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-57718199076387050772019-01-05T13:14:40.179-05:002019-01-05T13:14:40.179-05:00I remember watching my brother walk away hand in h...I remember watching my brother walk away hand in hand with his girlfriend. I remember her name was Elaine. I remember the feeling of the water closing over my head and looking up to see the pool water do that prism thing it does. I remember announcing to my parents I could swim. The next day I walked over to the deep end and I jumped in and dog paddled around while my mother screamed bloody murder. I had no fear and did fine. Real swimming lessons began immediately. Each of those memories is discrete. Like mental photographs.Kaithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07758348842858993203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-12886277068484686852019-01-05T13:11:33.692-05:002019-01-05T13:11:33.692-05:00Andy Kaufman! Such a cool connection.Andy Kaufman! Such a cool connection.Kathy Reelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17004247271452356577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-39981553608638784192019-01-05T12:42:13.533-05:002019-01-05T12:42:13.533-05:00Thanks, Jenn, but at least I got a book out of it!...Thanks, Jenn, but at least I got a book out of it!JPSmithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16256944707576351191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-75555602332239468962019-01-05T12:41:33.863-05:002019-01-05T12:41:33.863-05:00I have no idea what happened to the counselor. But...I have no idea what happened to the counselor. But, if he’s still alive, he’d be in his eighties.JPSmithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16256944707576351191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-20696030193545316522019-01-05T12:20:03.942-05:002019-01-05T12:20:03.942-05:00Yay! The humans win!Yay! The humans win!Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-45833831788381631512019-01-05T12:19:36.886-05:002019-01-05T12:19:36.886-05:00Yeah, don't we all want to gang up on that guy...Yeah, don't we all want to gang up on that guy? Yeesh. And oh, Jenn, poor little thing. Aw.Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-77723286130530065292019-01-05T12:18:44.494-05:002019-01-05T12:18:44.494-05:00That is so cute, Libby Dodd! oxoxo You know how I ...That is so cute, Libby Dodd! oxoxo You know how I feel about ducks. <3 And yes, I really want to hear, too. xoHank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.com