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August 25th, 2025 - Camp Pt. 2

  • Writer: Dylan Segovia
    Dylan Segovia
  • Aug 27
  • 2 min read

I didn’t wake up at 7 in the morning to a phone call from work. I can only assume, I can only hope that, that means the issue was resolved. I’d hate for Fridays mistakes to hurt me on Wednesday. Otherwise it was nice to sleep in. To not have to worry. I ate a burger from last night while the fire was getting made. I think we’ll need more firewood. We ate breakfast and the kids are playing wiffleball. Nic knocked out. I’d like to read Blue Sisters but I gotta poop.


The day passed. It’s kinda weird camping. There’s no objective. It’s really just survive.


The kids and Tito Chris went to the beach. We weren’t allowed in the water which is a bummer but we made the best of staying on the sand. I found a bunch of dead fish and Nico and I threw the corpses at my brother. Freya and I collected cool rocks. It rained on us so we had to hide out at the general store. Once the rain passed we played frisbee football. Our team lost. :(


We headed back to camp and had a little lunch. The kids played baseball until dinner. I made bracelets with Tito arman. After dinner I got to tell my Goatman story. I think they liked it? Logan was scared but played it off, Phoenix told me he liked it and I know freya was scared. Dunno how everyone else felt. I went to bed shortly after. Doing not much has worn me out. ---- I woke up at 530, I had to pee. The tent opened to loudest possible zip. My heart dropped, a figure in the distance stood against me. It wasn't the horror I thought it was but instead a stack of coolers. Still I kept my eye on the shadow figure. I let my dih breathe and I looked at the stars. What a beautiful sky. I wish I looked at it longer but I had nothing left to give. I pulled up my pants and half expected the shadow figure to appear behind me. Terrified I turned around, the coolers hadnt moved. I crawled back into the tent, back into bed, I let sleep crawl over me.

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