No panic necessary. That’s the Grateful Dead song being performed at the council circle last night that was the signal to the counselors out on the lake to start setting off the fireworks display. While Sara has added a far better photo quality of the show, my last pic captures the very first ignition from the campers’ perspective.
In this manner, we succeeded in our pivot meant to stretch out the July 4th Kingswood celebration over three days. Not a bad development as there is such a thing as “all at once fatigue” when too much happens pretty much all together.
Over the weekend we will publish a photo album with staff pix taken during the course of the week. Counselors have been diligent at posting their video capturing on the staff network and you’ll like the pictures of the fishing trip to Newfound Lake and the ascent of Mt. Osceola that most assuredly will be featured.
It was hot as blazes here yesterday and more of the same is forecast for today. We broke up the afternoon to feature two distinct waterfront blocks so that the entire camp would not descend on the lifeguards at one time. This worked well as I observed both periods and the lake never appeared to be crowded. Some boats went out, too, and I noticed that most of the seafarers were content to just drift along with the light breeze that served as a major refreshment.
Heat waves in New England usually wane during the nighttime hours and no one was uncomfortable sitting at close quarters for the council fire session that preceded the fireworks. Christian H’s father was visiting and he entertained the mob with a good ghost story which was followed by several impromptu musical performances that Swampy admitted were mostly stalling tactics while we waited for it to get dark enough for the big show.
Historically we have sent out day hikes in the afternoon, all of which are designed to head out soon enough after lunch to be back by dinner. Today, for the second day in a row, we have already departed , this time to Black Mountain, for a morning hike – to be completed by lunchtime. Not more than 20 minutes away, this sporty trek is well worth the steep pitches up its many rock ledges. This is the coolest part of the day and I am proud of Kingswood’s inexhaustible ability to roll with Nature’s many punches. No “Fire on the Mountain” this day.