Last year a chapter of my life closed. I think there are many fitting titles, but suffice it to say, it was the Lamoka chapter. It spanned from when I was eight years old coming as a camper to weeks deaned by GoTennis, to a month before my 22nd birthday. I don't think I could ever describe what camp has meant to me over the years, because frankly I don't think I will ever know, but last week I visited again and it all came rushing back into my head like a flood.

Friday evening Ohyo, Stretch, his g/f, Sugar, and I visited camp and it marked the first time I had been back since my wedding day. Things were different, and yet things were exactly the same. I looked around and saw the campus I remembered changed, I saw old friends, and young ones, but I also saw a plethora of staff that I didn't recognize. It was an interesting thing to be around during Hunger Haven time and realize that I couldn't actually pick out who the counselors were 90% of the time. All the while I stood there yelling Cabin 19 at the top of my lungs for old times sake, stealing a money card from a camper and buying a Mountain Dew and realizing, wow I love this place.

What I wouldn't have given to stayed longer, and to bask in the glory that was my experiences at camp but I must move on I have real life to attend to, college to finish and work to accomplish. Still, camp will be there always in my mind and hopefully every now and again I will be at camp. Once a staff member always a staff member, seeing a fire that needs building and wood that needs hauling and jumping at the chance to do it. Why? Who knows, but its something I wouldn't give up for the world.