The kids enjoyed summer camp for a whopping eight weeks this summer. EIGHT WEEKS! And while I always look forward to drop off day, it pales in comparison to my feelings on pick up day. I positively cannot wait. Eight weeks proved to increase my anticipation exponentially this year. And yes...we continue to hear it year after year.
"How can you possibly live without your kids for so long?"
It's possible, people. Believe me. And I won't deny that we enjoy it, as a happily married couple.
We enjoy it a lot.
But so do they. In fact, my son didn't want to leave camp. He loves that little piece of fantasy-land that Camp Menominee so carefully and thoughtfully creates every summer. He thrives on the constant action and activity, always looking forward to what's next in their jam-packed days. And while our daughter had her ups and downs this summer with bouts of homesickness, Chippewa Ranch Camp is firmly rooted in her blood, despite angst over missing activities with her high-school friends. She is all in when they ask her to return as a Counselor in Training next summer, willing and ready to pay her camping enthusiasm forward to the younger ranks.
If anyone is interested in the absolutely extraordinary experience, lifelong lessons, independence and values your children glean from overnight camping, please send me a message at firstname.lastname@example.org or visit Menominee or Chippewa's web sites, found here and here. I could talk endlessly about the positive impact camp has on young children. Both camps are currently enrolling for the 2014 summer sessions - don't delay!
Back to my summer...as I looked through all the awesome photos I took, I decided to write several posts on the fun we had, working backwards.
One of Kahley's BFFs from Plainfield came to the cabin with her parents to surprise her when we picked her up from camp.
Kris and Doug are laid back, chill, and ready for anything. "Wanna get up early and hike Fallison Lake Trail tomorrow morning?" I asked on Friday night.
"SURE!" they enthusiastically replied. So we were off.
Miller loves hiking.
We capped off the Peebles' stay with a campfire dinner, a rousing game of bags (Jake and I won!), a visit from a gorilla and a cannon shot across the lake. I whispered "Fire! Fire in the hole!" before the blast rocked all of Echo Lake. Kris immediately whipped her head at me, and shot back, incredulously. "HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT?"
Hee hee. More to come on what quite possibly was the best summer yet. Ever since my Grandma Kahling lived on Long Lake in Northern Minnesota when I was a young girl, it's been my dream to spend an entire summer on a lake.
Dreams can come true!
Enough sap. Have a great rest of the week. It's good to be back on the grid.