So this weekend was Camp Tawingo's 50th Anniversary . . . for those of you who know me well know that, that camp has a been a HUGE part of who I am. I was so happy to be able to make it up there. . a bit unsettled that I was there as an alumni, not working. The idea of considering myself as alumni at camp feels weird. When I finished my last full summer at camp in 2008 and December came rolling by. . . I thought that I was done my camp days and so I wrote a heart felt letter to my director . . . but as last summer past and I had the amazing experience of traveling to Guatemala and becoming an RYT 200level my summer felt a bit incomplete . . . lacking something . . .it was camp. My heart is still there, but my mind and life is taking me elsewhere. Its like a break-up and you just want to keep going back. So hopefully this summer and maybe next I can make my way back there for a session or just a week.
There connection we Tawingo campers/staff develop I think cannot be built anywhere else. Even with the somewhat mundane drama, the energy and environment surpass it, make it such a great place.
The drive home on Sunday proved how amazing camp is. Normally it takes 2 1/2 hours to get back to Toronto from Huntsville. . . yesterday it took 6 1/2 hrs due to traffic. But boy was it the most fabulous ride home ever with 4 people sitting in my back seat of my car. Silly photos, lots of laughs and sexting to army men . . . yes the ladies found some army men driving down highway 11, and somehow got their number and 2 hours of endless laughing and dirty army jokes kept us busy in the bumper to bumper traffic from Orilla to Innisfil. . .
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