I am here one week before the meets begin. I have a 2 hour break after breakfast, so I decided to come down to my favorite place in camp--the lake! Here I sit with one eye on the swimming area and one on the canoe dock. Most of my camp free time were spent in these two areas.
The swimmers are practicing their standing front dives, racing starts, pointing their toes during surface dives, and the lake is embracing the scum that is skimming on top of it. It's the most beautiful sight.
Off to my right, the canoe dock is working with sterns and stars. A lone canoer is standing up in the midship of the canoe with life jacket on, bent over, and doing stand up paddle. Luckily for her, it is a calm morning on the lake.
Over by the figure 8 poles, two solo canoers are set up for skulling but seem to be practicing figure eights. Did we do that?
The trees now give great shade in the morning for the staff and campers, but it beats down on the sterns of the canoes. These are what Monterey memories are all about.
The sailing dock is off in the distance. The sunfish sails are up. A pram with two pee wees is planted in the middle of the lake. And the viper, the queen of the fleet, manages to glide through the lake with the slightest breeze.
As the sailboats struggle to get in, the second bell rings! The familiar sounds of camp, crickets in the trees, breeze in the maple and oak trees, chatter of the campers getting to their classes, dropping of the toilet seats at the Freds and the familiar sound of flip flops on the well worn paths, bring such happy memories back, as if I'd never been gone since 1994. Life is good. And it's only my first day back!
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