As we got closer to 4 o’clock, more and more campers trickled in as their families dropped them off at the beach and started their journey home. Most of the boys happily greeted each other. A few seemed quiet, sad, or withdrawn. We watched as cars drove down the camp road, kicking up dust behind…

We got down to the beach to discover three other families and several campers with counselors enjoying the waterfront. We pulled out a couple of folding chairs and plopped them down in the shade. The kids, now quite adept at ‘doing camp’, of course had their bathing suits on underneath their clothing. They pealed off…

We spent the better part of an hour in that refreshingly delightful stream. By the end, each kid had slipped at least once. All three of them were now not only dirty, but wet. And happy. Completely happy. When we got back to the canoe we had a change in paddlers. Daughter Two took up…

Lydia rang the camp bell three times. Visitors and campers stopped their activities and looked up to the balcony where Lydia leaned over . “All the camp instructions will now be open for the use of both visitors and campers. If families want to take their campers off site, please be sure to sign them out…

“We had better get going up for lunch!” I told Himself. “Ya. I’m starvilated! Let’s haul these kids outta the water.” Himself agreed as we both stood and struggled to insert out wet feet into our shoes. “Come on guys. Let’s go eat. Dad is seriously hungry.” I called out to the kids. They had…