Thursday is when it happens. Every year, like clockwork. Fatigue. After two full days of activities on camp, kids finally hit the wall where they are a lot more tired and a bit more sore. Too much sun, too much ultimate frisbee, too much praise time.
Screams of fright and delight from the far field? A counselor rambling obscure directions of a megaphone that no one is listening to? That’s right, the day has arrived
Messy Games day!
That’s what they seem to be running on today: adrenaline. In their excitement from Day 1, I am sure they stayed up way too late and got up much earlier than they wanted to. After all, new friendships needed to be made, and what better place than a cabin at camp?
No, things are not quite yet back to normal, but hints of days-gone-by began to creep in. The usual stop at a Turnpike plaza, the long queue to register only seemed to annoy the adults because the kids were already having fun. Camp was starting to feel a little more normal this year.