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When I drove out of Camp Beaverton for Wayward Girls in 2018, one of the two mayors said goodbye to me through my car window and offered me a leadership role. I declined, saying that the next time I was at Burning Man it would be for revenge.
Fast forward to this year. I got in touch with her via electronic means and told her I wouldn't be camping with Beaverton this year. "It's not them, it's me," I said.
"Oh, it's them, trust me," came the reply.
It was a long and sad story, she said. I neither asked for nor received any elaboration.
I've heard of Beavers having... conflicts, if that isn't too strong a word, between each other, but it was always about individuals, not the camp. Yes, it is a sad story. I wonder what I'll find when I get there.
Fast forward to this year. I got in touch with her via electronic means and told her I wouldn't be camping with Beaverton this year. "It's not them, it's me," I said.
"Oh, it's them, trust me," came the reply.
It was a long and sad story, she said. I neither asked for nor received any elaboration.
I've heard of Beavers having... conflicts, if that isn't too strong a word, between each other, but it was always about individuals, not the camp. Yes, it is a sad story. I wonder what I'll find when I get there.
