This happened when they were younger, in addition to filth I can't even describe requiring hours of laundry and a solid "decamp" on the deck: "KIDS! Soak your nasty feet for an hour before you enter the house!" I fondly smile recalling these moments, wishing they'd have blackened feet now so they would be forced sit still and tell me everything they could remember over the past several weeks.
That bitch Mother Time doesn't grant unrealistic wishes. Instead, we get melancholy kids back after their eight week stay. Now they actually grieve the end of summer. Jake wandered around aimlessly like a deflated balloon for days, wondering what to do with himself. And Kahley marched into the house, walked straight back to the guest bedroom and promptly fell asleep for fifteen hours.
Every year it gets harder for them to say goodbye to summer camp.
|Menominee / Chippewa Social, Second Session 2015|
|Jake, Pam Adler, and Kahley at a Menominee / Chippewa Social in 2013|
|Jake and Jason Feldgreber, Director/Owner of Camp Menominee.|
|A favorite Menominee activity: 16 inch softball.|
|Receiving his five year jacket, a Menominee tradition.|
|Jake and Corey, his counselor in Senior Cabin.|