Intermission

August 5, 2023

“Which Intermission?” one might inquire as there were several interruptions during the day yesterday. Poor Mike, the fellow with the air horn in my pix, called in the boys and then set them loose all day long. However, I conducted a small poll at dinner and almost all campers and counselors pronounced the day to be a good one.  Amen.

It rained the hardest during the morning hours and I worried that the day might be a total washout.  Boys did get to hang out in some venues they seldom see, such as box hockey in the boat room and darts in the trips room underneath the dining building. Every camper had something to do indoors.

By lunchtime, it was obvious that more storms could be forthcoming by about 3 PM, so we launched immediately into A Block an hour earlier than usual and scheduled a movie in the dining room to commence at the 3 PM time.

This was a smart plan as conditions were inclement at the bewitching hour. But, suddenly the tarps over the dining room doors opened up and the boys poured outside during a lull in the weather. “Intermission,” they called it and most of my photos come from this time frame.  I got a big kick out of tetherball in the mud and the boys executing full extension dives for frisbees in the mud/grass part of Mem Field.

I was pleased with the creativity and the patience exhibited by the counselors during what could have been rough patch but was instead some good-fun camp!  This thought was punctuated after dinner when I came across a bunch of boys and counselors playing soccer hole- in- one by kicking balls down the long hill towards the kiddy pool set up in front of my cottage. They kept at it and at it until the bell summoned them down to the Main Lodge for closure. Young folks are something, eh?

The Newfound Lake and Jefferson albums are stunningly good and I advise you to go slowly and look at every photo. And, as promised, the Week 6 counselor pix review the time frame from yet other staff personnel.  These kids are mighty lucky.

A little over an hour from now (10:30) we will assemble in the council fire area for the introduction of color war, which we call Bow & Arrow. “War” is not the right word for the way we execute this annual tradition going back a very long time.  I’ve got to get going to be involved in some of the prep-work for this occasion.  You can look forward for my commentaries on this massive change of pace in the next couple of reports.