"One by one, the peeps melt and the logs fall into the fire, causing it to burn brighter still. "
So pictures of part 2 of the Orcas Island weekend have been put up, named “The Peep Sacrifice of '09”. They say that every picture tells a story, well these pictures are but a glimpse of our pagan celebration of Easter. Christians will tell you that Easter is meant celebrate the resurrection of The Christ. Wiccans will talk about how the holiday was originally a festival of fertility, co-opted by the Christians. The truth is, Easter was always a time of sacrifice, from time immortal, back to when all life was a form of goop. They’d all get together and choose one goop to go into the lava vent to check things out. This sacrifice we remember by burning marsh mellow peeps at the stake, being of similar consistency, texture, color, and taste of that primordial soup. Only in this way can the sacrifice be offensive to both Christians and Wiccans.
I had originally planned on just giving peeps out to everyone and letting them decide what to do with it (note, no one chose to eat them), but then it dawned on me that we could add some adventure and drama if we burned them at the stake. Cheri asked me how long I had been thinking of this sacrifice – not sure if it would have scared her more if I had actually planned it than the idea just popping into my head, but you take inspiration in whatever forms it comes.
It started to rain pretty heavily during the night, so technically the sacrifice to ensure a bountiful spring worked. It ended up being too wet for a hike, so instead we just kind of huddled underneath the tarp until we talked ourselves into the task of packing up wet gear – one of my ultimate dislikes. In fact, in all of camp-dom there is only one thing I despise more than packing wet gear and that’s the 4am potty break.
Too many Smores.
I'm smore'd out for a while.
Posted by: Jayson | April 28, 2009 at 14:26