I have been up to camp. A small slice of heaven found at the foothills of western maine. A place where cell phone and internet service are sketchy at best, and you might as well forget about television reception...
Camp is a place where you are happily awakened by the early morning serenade of web footed feathered friends...
and lulled to sleep each night by the cry of the loon as it echos across the lake...
Camp... where berry picking is a sport and a three mile daily hike is a must...
camp...where one's daily uniform dries quickly in the afternoon sun...
and a place where a grandbaby has come for a first sleep over...
sporting a new sun hat
and sandals...
Camp is a place where memories are made...
and puzzles are pieced together...transportation is by canoe...
a place where Winslow Homer gets to sleep on a "people" bed while Sadie May keeps her eye on the rodent population...Camp is a place for family...where memories are shared...and new memories are created...
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Camp is a place where you are happily awakened by the early morning serenade of web footed feathered friends...
and lulled to sleep each night by the cry of the loon as it echos across the lake...
Camp... where berry picking is a sport and a three mile daily hike is a must...
camp...where one's daily uniform dries quickly in the afternoon sun...
and a place where a grandbaby has come for a first sleep over...
sporting a new sun hat
and sandals...
Camp is a place where memories are made...
and puzzles are pieced together...transportation is by canoe...
a place where Winslow Homer gets to sleep on a "people" bed while Sadie May keeps her eye on the rodent population...Camp is a place for family...where memories are shared...and new memories are created...