That's right, summer camp is done. Finis. Nein Mas. It's quite a relief but sad in a way because camp is something that isn't just a job. I've been working with the same 45 people for 9 weeks and now they are all going home. I will still run into a few fellow staffers up at Western, but I will never see a majority of these people again. I guess that's life.


So the last week went smooth: I tried windsurfing on the lake and did pretty well if I do say so myself; Candace and Chloe came up to see me on Wednesday night; I felt sick this week but I made it through alive and coughing; and I don't have to do the rock wall or the high ropes ever again! I will be back at camp this week for Grief Camp (a special camp for kids who have lost a loved one) but I won't be doing the Challenge courses...I get to try my hand at being a camp counselor. I've been getting bored with the rock wall and ropes course so the administration bumped me up to counselor to see how I like it.


So I've been thinking of something I could do to cap off my summer before going to B-Ham in September and the Olympic Mountains came to mind. I've lived in Washington for 11 years and still have really been to the Olympics. I think a week of exploring the youngest mountains on the West Coast would be a good way to say I accomplished something this summer (besides, of course, surviving camp again). Know any cool hikes or towns I should visit? Let me know. Want to come along? Let me know.


I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes, I saw the sign, Life is demanding without understanding...
Isaac / Rocky