June 18, 2012
Weekend Waygone 1
I was there for a sunny day and a rainy night with my two best camp friends. Camp had just opened up, so this year's staff were arriving for the early bird week and getting to work. Picnic tables were being painted, cabins were being built, bunk beds were being assembled, grass was being seeded, signs were getting put up, and animals were arriving.
I'll miss the pine needles, the white and green, the bugle calls, standing on my chair after every meal singing camp songs, dress up lunches, all camp capture the flag, catching the bunnies, goats, or horses when they get loose on a seemingly daily basis, celebrating Halloween or Valentine's Day or _____ (enter random holiday or occasion here) in the middle of the summer, making up stories to go along with the different ropes course elements, DEAR (drop everything and read) nights, campfires, the endless amount of activities, pinky linking when walking from point a to point b, getting handwritten letters, making ice cream with my campers, the inevitable all camp Sound of Music watching rainy day acitivity complete with subtitles for sing-along purposes, the smiling faces, the lake, and the loons.