The Mirth-mobile!
The solution was apparent - you should have laced your shoes together, hung them around your neck and let those amazing feet and toes do what evolution intended of them.
Don’t feel bad. I thought the hot chick at Red Cross camp would respect me more if I “respected her boundaries”. Of course, her friend HAD to tell me she was disappointed I never made the move - while we were getting on the buses home.
While I was at camp one of my “friends” was knocking up my steady, which she tried to put on me. Calenders are our friends.
My point is that we have to get over and learn from the traumas of our youth or be forever caught in a loop of “what if”.
I’d not have tried to climb those ladders barefoot with my slippery and sweaty feet, yikes ! I wouldn’t mind going back to Mesa Verde again, though, but I’ll likely be wearing my flipflops. After I got those nasty infections in my toes, my feet are so hypersensitive to anything rubbing against the toes that open flipflops are the only option (hell, even having a blanket over my feet can irritate them, ugh !).
Yeah, that sucks about the camp (nevermind your steady, and I certainly hope you rearranged your friend’s face and hampered his ability to procreate). Gotta go after those opportunities when they present themselves. I never got sent off to camp, except for one brief time when we were up visiting friends back almost 30 (!) years ago in Westchester, NY. Wasn’t quite the “Meatballs” kinda place. Of course them “kids” helping us out and telling us what to do would all be about your age now. Damn, where did the time go ? :-\