Even though the campers get to sleep in an hour today, I was up before 6am and decided to come sit on the dining hall porch and listen to the sounds of the birds, the water dripping off the wet leaves onto the tin roof, and listen to the quiet chatter in the kitchen.
It rained last night, so I got to hear my absolute favorite sound in the world. If you've ever known me, that has been my answer for decades...rain on a tin roof. That really makes all the camp memories rush back to times in the cabin with everyone, rainy day skits, Miss Monterey pageant, damp clothes that never seem to dry quickly enough, dirt and leaves clinging to your ankles and feet as you walk down the path, shaking the trees when someone least expects it, the stillness on the lake, water that has collected in the canoes that will have to be unloaded, bringing something to sit on at church so your white shorts don't get dirty, and an all around dampness. Remember those days? Church was lovely outside. It was a sea of white and braided hair.
Later after dinner, it was unit vespers time. I chose to go with the Sunshine Gang since I'd gone on a campout with them Thursday night. The girls talked about their gifts and about the gifts of their bunk mates. It was fantastic encouragement and a lovely view sitting on the dam watching the sunset and the mist starting to settle on top of the lake. What was your favorite vespers?
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