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.
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.
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.