AS WE SANG THESE OLD SWEET SONGS…
Thanks to the extra half an hour of sleep, I woke up feeling extra rejuvenated. Sunday is my favorite day of the week, so I couldn’t wait for the day to begin. This morning at Chapel, John Brantley spoke about the spirit of Merrie-Woode, traditions, and the reasons why we come back year after year. The girls broke into groups and came up with words that embodied the reasons they love camp. Common words were friendship, freedom, and fun. As I listened in from atop the Fritz Orr Memorial, I reminisced on why I too love this place I get to call my home. I love watching the campers learn in their activities and achieve their goals. I am filled with glee when I hear deep bellied laughter coming from the cabins and in the Dining Hall.
Speaking of the Dining Hall, another great part of Sundays in camp is lunch. We had fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, and rolls. It was scrumptious! It started drizzling during the meal, which made me very sleepy. I crawled into a tree and fell fast asleep during rest hour. I was awoken by the campers running to their afternoon activities. Sundays are special at camp because girls sign up for an assortment of activities different from their daily classes to participate in for the afternoon. I waved goodbye to vans leaving for Grimshawes, a local sliding rock, and a trip to the Brevard Music Center for a classical music concert. I decided to hang around camp and check out all the activity going on here. Those who elected to stay at camp either partook in the Dam Swim, hiked Old Bald, cooled off going down the slip-n-slide, went fly fishing, or learned about printmaking. I decided to hang around the slip-n-slide where I could show off all my sliding tricks for the campers (sliding down tail first is my expertise).
I was worn out after slipping and sliding all afternoon, so I was more than ready for a hamburger or two at Cookout on the Waterfall Field. The theme was Hometown Throwdown, so we each wore outfits best embodying our roots. Since I live at Merrie-Woode, I chose to dress like my good friend the Wompus Cat, and no one recognized me!
We ended the day around the campfire singing together. Jim and Denice even told a story about me! They told the campers about the time I lost my tail and when the Range Ranger gave me my tucks.
It has been a busy day, but I have just enough time for one more dance in the moonlight (I hope the Range Ranger doesn’t catch me).
Tajar