I went to camp this past week… it was amazing—I’m pretty sure it was the best since the first year I began going (age 5). The camp itself is amazing but it wouldn’t be the same without the people. If there weren’t people, it wouldn’t exist, obviously. What I mean is that there is some kind of special code that goes on at this camp in particular. What goes on there stays there… at least some of what we do.
On Sunday afternoon, we walked to the pavilion to register and finalize paperwork and other such fun things. After that you lug (verb: to carry in an uncomfortable or strenuous way) all your crapola (noun: awesome word for junk or crap or stuff) up to your cabent (cabin/tent) and settle into the bunk beds, which do have railings, thank God. One time, my sister fell off the top of the bunk to the floor and rolled into the woods. Then they put railings on the beds. Usually, you see a lot of people that you know and are greeted with around a hundred million hugs and hellos, unless you’re a newbie (noun: new person). I haven’t missed a year since age five, so I know a bully amount of girls and guys. We all live at least an hour away from each other so we never see one another accept for at camp. It’s always great to see my best girls and boys and spend a whole week joking, laughing, pranking and playing with them.
Camp has a 40 foot climbing wall and zipline attached to the top and a soccer field, about 16 cabents and 270 some acres. It’s utterly awesome. Like for real. The bathrooms are crappy, because they’re so full of bugs, but hey it’s camp after all. I tend to think that camp is not camp if you spend the night in a building with solid walls and air-conditioning and bathrooms in the building. Camping is living in the woods, in large cabin tents where raccoons can freely visit, wanted or not. Camp is at my favorite camp…but I won’t say the name. HAHA!
The theme this week was Be a Hero. I designed the front and back of the t-shirts and the back said: Be a Hero- You Don’t Need a Cape. In one of the keynotes, someone said that you don’t need a cape. My counselor, and my tent family and I found it to be a pretty swell line.
We all did WAY WAY WAY too much stuff to tell about so I’ll just make a short and sweet highlight list. Here goes…
Friends. Barefoot soccer. Climbing. Hash browns. Serious discussions. The ten-finger game. Learning. God. Glow-in-the-dark capture the flag. E-R. Trailblazing. Watching paint dry. Slacking off. Lackadaisicalness. Cageball. Family. Love. 4 a.m. friends. Hug circle. T-shirts. Music. Laughter. Happy. Wild beast—yeah that’s me. Sleeping bags. Letters. Best girl-friends. True. Be your best self. You Do Not need a cape. Water dripping. Bugs. Funny. Boys. Good times. No pun intended, Lins. Bed bugs do not bite. Secret cell phones. Popsicles. Climb that wall. Pictures. Flexibility. Wonder of wonders. Amazing counselors. Elbow dislocation. (yes, sammi)
ETC. ETC. I could go on forever. But it’s bedtime.
Je T’embrasse,
