Well, I survived the first session of camp. Four weeks later, I'm left a little tired, a little humbled and certainly blessed by the experience I've had so far at Appel Farm.
Waving goodbye to my first session bunkers was horrible. These girls I'd lived with and come to consider my camp family were suddenly extricated from my life like an amputated limb. It was sad to see them go and sadder still to think that camp was half way through.
Waving goodbye to my first session bunkers was horrible. These girls I'd lived with and come to consider my camp family were suddenly extricated from my life like an amputated limb. It was sad to see them go and sadder still to think that camp was half way through.
But after surviving four weeks of teenage angst and continual supervision of their teenage ways, it was nice to see the last camper leave the site and feel like we had the place to ourselves again. We had a day and a half of intersession, which involved a staff party on the Friday night and a trip to Philadelphia the next day, amidst the stifling heat of one of the hottest days in New Jersey history. As days off always are, it was a relief to return to Philadelphia and be apart of the real world. We spent the morning at the Reading Terminal Market - a huge produce market which boasted fresh fruit and vege along with home-made preserves, bakery goods and International cuisines. After four weeks of camp food, we went a little crazy when we finally got our hands on some quality food. We all pitched in to buy different things - bread, hummus, 'gator on a stick' (alligator sausage - yum!) and nectarines - and then had a feast in the middle of the market.
After doing some shopping, returning to camp to take a midnight swim to escape the heat, our brief day of relief was over. The next day we were again inundated with campers.
It was interesting to see the immediate difference between the first and second session campers. My quite, self-contained Bunk 22 was blown apart. Second session-ers are energetic, enthusiastic and, with one month of holiday behind them, are determined to have an unforgettable camp experience. This session we have 14 girls in our bunk. That's a whole lot of pent us 16-year-old angst.
And on top of what felt like the longest weekend of my life, I woke up the next day feeling like I'd been hit by the flu police. There's nothing like having a snotty cold in the middle of summer.
Ciao for now. xo
Miss you KHY. xoxo
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ReplyDeleteSounds fun Toshpot...but gator sausage? That's just not right! x
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