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.
The camp friendships are real.
This year, we finally are starting to see the same group of students, over and over, and they really do thrive on these relationships!
We arrived moments before a rainstorm. Checking in at camp during a storm is no fun, but the kids made the best of it, running off to their cabins as the rains lightened sporadically. We brought nineteen students this year, which is the most we’ve had in the last four years. Camp was abuzz as well, with more students than last year too!
Yet, at some point, the labyrinth ends, and you must exit back into the world that you left.
Not unlike the labyrinth, the kids are getting ready to leave camp.
They’ve been in a place of reflection and contemplation at camp, but now it is time to go.
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!
Walk out to the furthest cabins you can find, then keep walking. Go to a giant field full of blind mosquitoes. Swat them away and then keep walking. Go to the tree line, and there you’ll see it:
the Challenge Course entry sign.
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?