The first is the way some of our campers choose to greet the morning, with our 7 am Polar Bear Swim:
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| The rising sun and Lake Shawanni say hello. |
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| Warm water and cold air combine for a scenic morning view. |
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| All we need now is to throw some campers into that warm water. |
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| Well, we don't throw them. |
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| They usually throw themselves. |
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| Nothing quite screams "camp" to me... |
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| More than the fact that fifteen minutes prior to these pictures... |
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| All these campers... |
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| Were sound asleep in the sleeping bags and bunks... |
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| And now, are (by choice)... |
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| Doing this. |
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| So that's the morning. Now we fast forward through the 1000 hours that make up a day of Summer Camp, to an evening ritual. |
VESPERS:
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| Yes, even when Chaos has spread to our sacred Vespers Island (see previous post)... |
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| We still gather for some quiet time to reflect upon the day. |
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| It starts with a moment of silent observation. |
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| Then we move on to a staff member sharing something (a thought, a story, a poem, a song) with the Camp. |
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| And when a member of the staff is an accomplished cellist... |
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| Well. |
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| That makes Vespers all right too. |
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| How much do we enjoy Vespers? |
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| This is how much we enjoy Vespers. |
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| Afterwards, we dismiss from the island. |
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| And return to the Chaos. |
NEXT TIME: It comes but once a year. It's time to purge Camp it's Chaotic ways. With our patented Chaos Machine.
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