Camp Diaries, vol.IV

The Home Stretch. Camp is just a little like a marathon, and the teachers are some of the hardest runners. I, of course, am the man in the car that´s driving on the side, filming everything. There are a lot of things I can say about the past two weeks, but words fail too often. In lieu of writing more and more, I´ve decided to make a small collection of the more vivid sights and sounds of the past two weeks.

Dusty red clay of the explanade being kicked up by the kids as they thunder to breakfast, lunch, or dinner.

Thundering dance music at 8:00am. This apparently takes the place of the daily bugle and flag raising.

Booming voices of the monitors as they YELL through the microphone. Speak louder.

Teacher Emily´s story-time in the cabin next to mine. The Frog and the Princess is riveting stuff.

The Boys´ ridiculous British English at all moments of the day.

A daily dose of Desperate Housewives. Tonight is the season finale, and the group is way too excited about it.

Healthy Breakfast Dining: chocolate milk, cake, cookies.

Smelly children, including the young 8-year-old who kept wetting herself at the beginning of camp.

The stars, bright enough to be seen from all places. The full moon, casting the entire camp in a silver light.

I might miss it this time.