I never went to camp as a child. I went to art camp in high school -- but I don't think that counts for the canoeing, swimming and field games experience of living in cabins in the woods that many of my peers hold dear. We stayed in dorms on a college campus, came home covered in paint and hung out on a hill eating salsa and jamming to Roger & Chris (they both played guitar). I'm fond of those memories. But, they are not what most remember when they think of camp.
But, all of this will change today because today I'm going to camp. I'm going to Pilgrim Lodge, our United Church of Christ camping ministry in Maine. I will be a counselor for 7, 8 and 9th graders (pray for me). I have no idea what to expect. I'm a little nervous and slightly anxious (and still trying to recover from the full blown cold I got at Synod). I hope it's as wonderful as I always imagined as a child. Moreover, I hope that the camp is even more magical for the kids.
Oh, and if you are interested in seeing me in action -- the camp website posts pictures of the camp all week long. Click on the "Further Along the Way" link on the main page. See if you can figure out who I am.