Leaving camp

Saying goodbye to a second-generation BFF at camp.  This year there were far more tears at departure than at arrival. Just as it should be. Now: planning our winter-time visits!

All I can think of is the lyrics to a song I’ll know deep in my bones for the rest of my life, the song with which we ended all assemblies at camp.

The lines which I know by heart, with which each of my many camp seasons drew to a close, run through my head:

Dear God, I’m leaving camp.  Give me the afterglow.

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  1. Posted August 6, 2012 at 6:15 am | Permalink

    More tears at departure than arrival: definitely moving in the right direction! 🙂 I’m glad Grace had fun at camp.

  2. Posted August 6, 2012 at 7:09 am | Permalink

    I love all the pictures and posts you have shared about camp. They all take me instantly back to my ten incredible years as a camper and counselor at a camp in Northern Ontario that remains one of my most favorite places. Glad Grace had such a great time. These are the years and experiences that she will, like you did, remember for the rest of her life.

  3. Posted August 6, 2012 at 9:44 am | Permalink

    I’m in love with this tradition of summer camp. On my summer travels, I was talking about just this type of experience with a family from New York (they were traveling as we were, but their tween son was at his summer camp). It seems to be a such an East Coast tradition. No one I know here on the West Coast does this type of long-term summer camp experience, and yet several friends in your part of the US do. Very interesting to me.

  4. Posted August 6, 2012 at 12:22 pm | Permalink

    Welcome home to your little girl! Enjoy the reunion and the planning for the winter visits! 🙂

  5. Posted August 7, 2012 at 7:38 am | Permalink

    What an amazing picture. I remember so well crying most of the way home from that very place…