A Beautiful Evening

July 29, 2025

It did not occur to me that a beautiful evening was at hand until the bell rang and I realized we were having supper in the picnic grove down by the edge of the lake. The weather has been so nice for so long that I, and others, are guilty of nonchalance. So, I snapped all the photos in my album, edited them lightly and posted for all to see what a Nirvana we live in here at Kingswood.

Almost satisfied with the up close and wide angle views of the repast, on the way back to my cabin I stumbled into the second of three Lake Swim marathons being organized by Mike Wiff and the lifeguards.

Sara likes to accompany any action on the water, while I remain a “start and finish” guy. Our albums get the job done nicely and I was happy with my photo of Jake and Gavin, twins, who teamed up as swimmer and spotter. Jake almost lapped the field, swimming across and back in about 26 minutes. “I could not walk that distance and back in 26 minutes” is my standard, and probably accurate, commentary.

Camp was racing a mile a minute by this time, as the senior girls from Wa-Klo arrived for the overnight soiree and were greeted by most of the higher-ups, leaving Klaus and me to stall for time by telling camp stories to the younger set.

This worked swell as several clever sponsorships were concocted by the “non-dance” staff, to include a “non-dance” on the stage for a small group of takers. I thought it comical that Andy and Rob H. offered giant cannonball jumps off the tower, in an effort (somewhat successful) to distract the dance going on in the Main Lodge.

Now go to Sara’s photo album of yesterday’s date and you will see that she followed morning clinics and the A-Block boating excursion down to the south end of Lake Tarleton to White Sands, so named for the shallow, visible bottom. “I get my best action photos there,” she argued, convincingly.

And, of course, she bettered my pix of both the Lake Swim and the cannonball boomers by a mile – it all adding up to your having an even better view than would a fly on the wall.

P.S. By the way, I am not a huge fan of the phone calls boys now are receiving from the likes of this readership. Half the time, boys are too busy with camp to remember to show up at the scheduled time. Other boys weaken momentarily when they hear your voices. My vote is for you to pretty much leave them alone for the very short (way too short) duration of their forays from the nest. No insult intended.