It's been somewhat of a camp-y day.
Today, just a few minutes after I got back from church, the phone rang. And what do you know, it's Uncle Tom.
Of course he was looking to speak to my mother . . . something about canteen . . . but we chatted for a bit, I told him how the family was etc. It was actually really, nice? Maybe I'm just missing camp and any little bit of it is a welcome part of my day.
Speaking of missing things, I miss these girls like crazy.
124 days . . . but who's counting . . .
I miss fires too. Fires are nice.
This evening Mckenna, Alex, and I watched the movie Indian Summer which is coincidentally, about a beloved summer camp and 8 friends who return there the summer before it shuts down (sadness!). There were many Bil-O-Wood-esque elements in the movie, like a buddy board, names everywhere in cabins, old drama, canoeing, docks, stars, saturday night dances . . .
The three of us found it quite enjoyable, and a welcome escape from the school, stress, and snow filled life we are living currently.
Man, I would do just about anything to be in a canoe right now.
In Canada.
Or Cooking over a fire.
Or Portaging.
Where you can actually see the stars.
Good winds bad winds, I'll take either.
Wet boots and everything.
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