Gravy Days

July 19, 2023

 

I walked out my cottage door this morning and was met with squeals of exuberance bounding their way down the hill from above.  These are the Gravy Days of a successful session.  I am not a mind reader so I cannot contend that 100% of the boys are riding out the stint on a total high, but I can argue that we are pretty darned close to having a full community of contented souls.

 

Even the program guys were seen laughing off yet another round of showers that hit during dinner last evening.  That  it poured during breakfast, too, while being dry the remainder of the day, may have contributed to the sense that all is well (lucky) here along the shores of Mother Tarleton.

 

Off all things, the administration is currently abuzz with concern about where all our families are going to park their vehicles come Friday through Sunday, the biggest visitor weekend of the summer.  More rain is out there, we fear, and the grounds are saturated to the point where there are very few good parking options.  Keep an eye open for notices from camp as we plot to resolve this dilemma.

 

But, it’s the Gravy Days this grizzled veteran cares about the most.  Some signals seen in the photo sets posted just now:

 

Happy boys playing in the mud

Collared shirts being worn on the Cayman golf course

Quite imperfect riflery targets being happily displayed, with Rafa having uncrumpled his throwaway effort

The body language demonstrated in all those jumps off the dive tower

Mike and Des, program gurus, smiling!!

Large attendance at general swims

Flotillas of sailors, skiers, tubers, paddleboarders, windsurfers and fishermen

Time enough at the end of general swim to let the counselors have a turn at wake surfing behind the Ferrari boat

Poor Leo, faking his concern for a Frisbee tossed asunder into the lake (Both of us were chuckling over his predicament and an incoming boat soon came to the rescue.)

 

Ah for the Gravy Days!