Last weekend, I went up to camp. My family has been going there for a long time. My grandma took my grandpa there the ’30s or ’40s. The camp itself has been a long time, about 140 years.
I went on the last weekend of camp. It was strange getting there just in time for everything to wind down, packup and go home. This is the second summer I’ve only been able to make it for one of the weekends.
I’m glad I got to see my family and catch up with old friends I don’t see very often. I should post some photos — but you may have to wait until my photo website is finished :). That maybe a while yet!
One of my favorite things to do at camp is browse the book store. It’s not very big but usually has a good selection. Often I get a new book. This year, I picked up Searching for God Knows What. I’ve very excited about reading it. I just finished Blue Like Jazz (by the same author).