Mike Wiff proudly, and justifiably, announced just moments ago that yesterday had been a banner day at Kingswood.  We had the Old-Timers celebration at breakfast, ran clinics and Songfest practice, produced the finalists for the touch football tournament, got van loads of boys to Moose Scoops for this or that accomplishment, supervised two Lake Swim events, and ended the day conducting the Second Session Egg Drop.

To fulfill promises, any organization has to have the personnel in place who know how to make that happen.  Take a look at that photo in my album of the large gang of folks at the bottom of the Dining Room steps who are brandishing the 6+ years Kingswood tenure gift for 2022. Starting with the Wipflers at 38 years each, Todd at 32, several in the 20’s and about half the group nearing or at 10 years, we have over a thousand collective Kingswood summers worth of staff experience.

So, when the programmers ask for a bunch of activities to occur at roughly the same time, they can trust that they will not only be done, but be done well.  Both the first and last photos of my set show boys holding up trophies.  Oh, no for sure, those honorarium are not going home with any of the boys.  Kingswood trophies are good for one day, then back into the closet till next time we haul them out – for whatever!!

The weird guy in the rowboat is, well, Mr. Weird, who appears every time we have an egg drop.  He lives for smashing eggs, evidently, and he appeared on the roof of the equipment shed last night at Egg Drop where he caught waterlogged egg contraptions and helped abuse them in one manner after another until all but one egg (belonging to Lakeview Cabin) had been obliterated.

Sara has zillions of Egg Drop photos to edit and will add her take on this extravaganza and other matters later on today.

And, while I laughed myself silly during Egg Drop, I got quite a few chuckles out of observing Lake Swim as well.  Far more serious, to be certain, this event nonetheless captured boys in splendid moments of self-satisfaction.

I think it is over a mile of swimming across the lake and back.  Every swimmer has a spotter in a craft of some sort, lifeguards are in kayaks and speed boats, and the event is tightly monitored throughout.

One pic shows Mike Wiff slapping hands with Blake Cullman.  Seems that the young lad had struggled last summer just to pass the swim test – a few laps back and forth in the swim area – but one year later completed the Lake Swim in under one hour.  “That’s quite a leap forward in a short time,” allowed Mike reported to the full camp later on.

So, yeah, camp is all about fulfilling promises, as we can assure all comers that success inches forward, sometimes slowly and other times all at once.  Just hang in there and keep on trying and you will get it done.