Now you have over 400 photos to look at from the past couple of days.  It is just the beginning of the session but, speaking for myself, I have been busy just learning the names of all the boys that taking photos of them was a distant consideration.

Until yesterday, that is.  Confident finally that I knew at least first names, and, being told by daughter Sara that she was busy with her two year old, I took it upon myself to click away like a wild person and my 183 photos posted is a personal record, by a long shot.

Mine, Sara’s and the counselor albums tell quite a story about the first five days of the second session.  July 27 by Sara focuses on the overnight paddle across the lake to Pirate Cove, our name for this beautiful campsite right at the water’s edge.  Sara did not spend the night, God forbid, but she boated over there for long enough to observe the boys pitching tents, building a fire for s’mores and taking in a fabulous sunset.  They had some visitors, too, from the paddleboarders who hailed the overnighters to come down to the lakeside for a nice chit chat.

July 28 by Sara finds her visiting yesterday afternoon’s A Block, which featured a coach-pitch baseball game on the big diamond where we hauled out ancient Kingswood wool jerseys to add some pizzaz to the event, which was excellent in its own right, a four-inning game that ended 1-0 in favor of who cares?

The long expected round of showers were most cooperative and held off until the end of B Block and during dinner, where we were all treated to a double rainbow.

More week 5 counselor pics reveal the overnight to Sunset Cliffs and you can see for yourselves how a twenty minute hike can discover Nirvana.  Counselors have been terrific at taking along their phones on various off-campus excursions, so we all get to see the stick shelter being erected in the woods plus the blueberry picking expedition to a nearby farm.

Then, there are my 183 efforts.  I went to clinics galore, took photos of our new exhibit area under the Dining Room porch called Buzz City, attended the aforementioned baseball game, shot the rainbow (including poor Audrey Sabiston fleeing the downburst) and took team photos of some of the touch  football squads adorned with our new jerseys.  “Great investment,” hollered one counselor upon observing the popularity of these additions to the arsenal.

I ended my day down by the waterfront, where a record crowd assembled on the fishing dock.  Todd had informed the boys that fishing can be good just after it rains and I observed one catch after another – almost on every cast it seemed.

Then, there was a huge brouhaha over in the swim area, where Lutherball was going on.  Andy had this brilliant idea last year and had the maintenance department create a structure (pictured) to hold a very small ring buoy just big enough to (maybe) allow a tennis ball to pass through the hole.  “Impossible,” I allowed to Andy at the time and to this day, no one has jumped off the tower, caught the tennis ball in mid air, and tossed it towards the hole before splashing.

Of course, the thrower will never see the outcome of his peg and has to come up for air to hear the guffaws of buddies regardless of where the ball goes.  Yet, there in photo #183 is 11 year old Henry Hale who came the closest of anyone in two years.  Huzzahs.

And, we are just getting started.