I have an iTunes playlist that is labelled simply “camp”.
I could name a hundred people who would know exactly what to look for in that list – Indigo Girls, James Taylor, Styx ….
Those same people know the importance of the phrases “Polar Bears”, “The Bell”, “Aunt Jean”, “Three Tiered Dress”, “PnL”, “Hey Jean, What’s the temperature?”, “Wolf Spider”, “Blue Ball”, “Whats the chances”, “So there I was” …. and OF COURSE … the response to the shout out “PENIS!”
Twenty years ago this summer, I stood on that campground for the first time. I met people I loved on sight and others I only came to love these 20 years later.
I gave testimony in front of hundreds of people about how that single week changed my life. It pulled me out of my small town at the critical moment when my school friends all seemed to make decisions that blew their lives apart. That week gave me a different place to go, to focus, different people to love.
We kissed, we prayed, we drank, we got nekkid, we floated, we laughed, we smoked, we smoked, we talked, we loved.We used to write letters . . . then some newfangled thang called “email” – using school computers with green teletext and no graphic abilities.
Now we use cell phones, and texts, and facebook, and hell, this blog on occasion.
We graduated high school and brought new people into our midst. Shared more music, hot toddies, roadhead tapes (different story, different day), skipped classes, told stories, took roadtrips, saw concerts….
They sold our camp land, but we’re still here. A gathering of angels … Still together … Just grayer …. well not ME of course …
Those weeks are those rosy times that I remember as “the best of times” …. campfires, music under the stars, cute boys, good girl talks….
I miss my friends. I miss having the schedule on the calendar when we all knew that whatever was going on, we would be together again. When we were as close as a drive and not a flight plan. I miss you my friends. Tonight I’m flipping on the music and closing my eyes and praying that I meet you in the morning in the dining hall …. or at least in my dreams tonight.
8 Comments
flutter
gorgeous, babe.
Dorothy
Right on Sister. Right on. Watching the sun set in Grand Haven. Sitting on the bridge at 1am oover the Gasconade. Shopping in Galveston. Giving wisdom, insight and truth to the adult heartbreaks in life: Sick and dying relatives, problems with children or the conception of them, divorce, break-ups, career changes and financial woes.
We still stand. Life is such a twisted path. It’s always like the Language or The Kiss.
Love you. Thank you for sharing.
Ivy
i can close my eyes and picture it now! such amazing times were had and such amazing friends were made! i can’t imagine what my life would have been like had i not been forced to go away to a camp full of people i didn’t know! i made friends there that i will forever have in my life…and you my dear are one of them!
Amanda
Sweet memories are a salve.
Colleen - Mommy Always Wins
Aww…this painted such good pictures! And Amanda’s completely right – good memories soothe the soul…
Rachel
perfection. Thank you for bringing me back to my happy place for at least a moment.
Catherine
That just took me back, oh how I miss those close relationships that were so available. Such beautiful memories that I will never forget. Maybe sweet dreams will take me back there tonight also! Thanks!
Al_Pal
Beautiful.
“So there I was” reminds me of a joke I heard almost ten years ago [!], river rafting in West Virginia. Our river guide asked us,
“What’s the difference between a Rafting Guide story and a Fairy Tale?
A fairy tale starts out, ‘Once upon a time’ and the Guide’s story starts out, ‘So there I was, No shit’…”
😀