The Return of G.I. Jill

I couldn't sleep Friday night.
I lay awake in my bed, eyes wide open, trying not to move so that the sqeaky bunkbed wouldn't wake up my roommate. I was too excited and nervous about going to Yorke Island!
Sleep must have come at some point, but I woke up way before six, when everyone else started getting up.
Mike had given me some camo pants, and I popped on a few sweaters, thinking the thicker the better! In my bag I stuffed a waterbottle, rain-gear, and my camera.
By six-thirty we were at the lodge dividing into vehicles and heading off to the ferry.
And we were off to Sayward!
(At this point I realized it might have been smart to have eaten breakfast)
I think we arrived at the wharf at around 8:30-9:00 where the bright yellow barge was waiting for us. We piled all the paintball gear and personal baggage in and began the 1/2 hour ride to the island.
It was amazing! So much fun.
I haven't googled it yet, but apparently Yorke Island was used as a military base during WWII. There were 260 men living there, waiting for the Japanese to invade! It was a pretty small island, so I'm not surprised to hear the rumor that they all went stark raving mad living there for a few years without contact with the outside world!
When we landed we brought everything up to a clearing above shore.
It was very eerie knowing we were the only people on that island when the barge left to pick up group #2!
Fellow LOST fan, Zoe, and I were going nuts! It looked and felt exactly like that Island, and when we started discovering the old abandoned buildings, the only thoughts on our mind were "Dharma Initiative"!!!
Seriously, we wouldn't have been surprised to have a large dark cloud start chasing us...that or a polar bear.
Luckily there were no "others", though the boys did try and scare us a few times!
We started paintball almost as soon as group #2 arrived, and at first I wasn't going to do it, but then changed my mind.
Most of the guys there were like six feet tall so I was feeling pretty intimidated.
Once I started though it was addicting! The real fun began when Mike took me under his wing and showed me "the ropes".
It was a hostage situation.
Jeanette was captive in one of the buildings with six terrorists guarding her. We had 20 minutes to rescue her before they carried out their threats!
As soon as the game began Mike and I took the left "flank", and secured a stairway, where we met up with Bean.
A hostile was on the roof, but with some team-work, and "cover", he was taken down.
Suddenly Mike had moved on, and then I saw Jeanette booking it down the path! She made it to the safe-house and shouted "GAME OVER!".
We played until 4 PM, stopping only for lunch.
I only got hit once, and that was in the mask, so I STILL don't know what it feels like to get a "real" hit. And my biggest regret is that I didn't get anyone. ARGH!
But we're all addicted now, so I'm sure I'll get another chance.
I'm hoping to set foot on Yorke Island again, maybe with my Dad because I know he would feel like he'd died and gone to heaven exploring that island!

(Maybe I'll upload some pictures this weekend at Karissa's if she'll let me!)