It’s the last week of the summer. It’s shocking, really, how quickly time flew by. But then you think back on the summer, and remember all the new stories and memories and people you’ve met, and all the time seems so well-spent.
Like swamp hikes in the junior camps, catching frogs and getting messy. Writing names with ketchup on the hot dogs during Weiner Wednesday. Playing Clue with Buzz and Woody.
And the intermediates with their amazing imaginations. Playing to save the team mascots from a watery fate, or learning the best way to fight a zombie. And campouts across the highway, attempting to cook bacon for breakfast.
And the campers-in-training and their tea parties. Their openness and innocence. Their ability to play and play and play. And play.
And the skills campers gearing up to have great outdoorsy-type camping skills. Their choreographed portage. And eating chilli until they exploded.
And the junior teens with their energy. Playing Operation Catfish to stop Whiplash from getting Ironman’s arc reactor. Eating with weird utensils, or without speaking at all.
And the deep connectedness of the senior teens. Bible studies that blew everyone out of the water. Dressing up like twins. Solving mysteries.
What a summer it was. Action-packed, food-stuffed, Jesus-filled, excitement-crammed. Our summer was all this and so much more. There are few words that can adequately describe just how big and full and wonderfilled our summer was. I’ve tried to add pictures because they speak a thousand words themselves, but to get the full experience of camp, talk to your child or a kid in your congregation that has been to a summer camp. Nothing can beat a personal account told from the viewpoint of a young person. I know this to be true. I’ve heard so many over the summer.
God bless, and we’ll see you next year!
DORY and the Camp Christopher staff
