Too bad it’s the start of Fall. LOL.
And no, the subject line is not a joke in case you were wondering. We literally have moved to a summer camp…in Wisconsin…in the Fall…expecting to be here until after the lake freezes over. You may have thought that living out of our truck for a year was a crazy idea, yet we ever try to top that.
In truth this is a good move. Ryan’s program for his GA was sold to a camp right next door to the college. Along with that camp the opportunity for housing that is not only even more affordable that living on campus but comes with two rooms and also has a kitchen. Ah cooking(!), I never knew how much I would miss you.
You may or may not know about how living on campus was a cooking nightmare. It was easier to fineagle a home cooked meal when the tailgate of the Taco was our confines than the “dorm” room. I may be crafy but dude there really is only so much I could do with no counter space…literally NO counterspace and a microwave. I think our unofficial mess-tent was a restaurant called Lucke’s which has the bonus of being a non-smoking establishment and having super cheap, fresh and tasty tacos.
The camp we now reside on has quite the awesome mission. Bascially they provide a proper camp experience for inner city kids. The kids who get to come out here mainly hail from Chicago but I imagine that they come from other locales as well. Often this is the first experience they have of large green spaces, playing in uncholrinated water and much to their chagrin–bugs, tree frogs and other nature noises. The camp has a long history here being one of the first places really developed along the lake shore (other than farming) after the great Chicago fire 120 years ago.
Interestingly a lot of the counselors who work the summer program are international. Only 4 or so of the staff are still hanging around and their nationalities are British and Hungarian. Others represented include Australians, Italians and Frenchmen. Quite a few of the counselors come back year after year and many of them are aged between mid 20s to early 30s so we still fit in. As an influence on the kids I wonder if the international component opens their world view or if the changing dynamics of the US population have already altered that exposure?
So, we are happyily ensconsed in a little-bit-drafty and shared house. Proving that one is never too old to go to camp.