Again, it’s been longer than I would have liked since my last post and a lot has happened. I’m going to take more time to write tonight than last time though.
I will hopefully have some time to post again this weekend, but for now, this is what I’ve got.
Let me see… Where do I begin?
How about with this summer. This isn’t your typical, mushy “I can’t wait to get to camp” posts. This is more of an “outsider looking in” post. Believe it or not, I feel like an outsider coming back to the ‘burg this year. For the most part, the people who have really made my last few summers will not be there — i.e. Mojo, Jimi, Jess, Will — and my staff will be full of a bunch of n00bs, other than Brent. That in itself will prove to be an interesting challenge.
A lot of old friends are returning though — Craig, Thad, Luke and others. Maybe this year will be the Farewell of Room 6 Part Deux. Last year was supposed to be the Farewell of Room 6, but we all found a way to come back yet another season. I know that barring some unforseen circumstances, this is definitely my last summer being spent at the ‘burg, but that probably won’t set in until a few weeks into the summer.
A lot of people have been saying that things just won’t be the same without certain people there, but the truth is that they will, in fact, be the same. Sure the campers will, for the most part, be different, the ever-changing staff will be different (from week to week), but the overall experience will be the same. Like Jimi said, merit badges will be earned, friendships will be born and broken, but in the end, the sun still sets in the west… directly across from Fossil Beach.
Last summer was The Summer of Fossil Beach for some of us. That meant sunsets spent with cameras and friends, listening to the water crash upon the fossil-rich limestone shore, watching the boats speed to the various marinas to make it to dock before dark, waiting for the sun to sink behind LMSA. All in a comfortable silence; comfortable because there was no need for words. In that surreal silence, we all took comfort in the fact that for that evening and the rest of those ten weeks, we had each other.
We parted ways in early August, each one going back to the life they knew before June. By the end of September, schoolwork resumed and homework engulfed our lives. And so it goes…
I guess my point is that we all come into camp looking for something different, some look for relationships, some look for advancement, some look for fun, some look for work. When all is said and done, when the end of September comes around, all we will have are memories of the time we spent together to get us through tough places in our lives…
And the sun always rises
Over the dew-filled campsites,
And always sets
Over the Sycamores on Fossil Beach.