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Tomorrow, I leave for camp. A summer camp. For a month. I attend Sanborn Western Camps and this will be my third year at High Trails, the girl's side of the camp.
It hasn't really yet dawned on me that I will be at camp for a month. I know that I am going, I know that I will be there tomorrow, I know that I will see my friends, but my mind seems to be unable to encompass the full idea of a month away from home at the moment. I beleive that I will fully realize just what I'm there for when I arrive at camp tomorrow morning and see my friends and watch my mom drive away in her Toyota Prius.
If you've ever been to camp, perhaps you will remember some of it. Maybe you remember your cabin or your tent. Maybe you remember your counselors, your favorite trees. Maybe you remember good things or bad things. Maybe you remember everything but it doesn't quite seem real. More like a lovely dream than a real thing. That's kind of how I feel. It's been so long since I last saw camp, now it seems more just like a worn memory that I console myself with. It will only really seem real again when I get out of that car tomorrow morning.
I call Sanborn just camp. Not Sanborn.... just, and only, camp. Everyone who knows me knows what I'm talking about, and to people who don't, I simply explain. Sanborn is the only sleep-away camp I've ever attended. Every single one of my cousins (all girls, may I note) except for the youngest, who is five, on my mom's side attends. My cousins from Los Angeles came in last night. My only other cousin on my mom's side lives in Colorado Springs, so she will drive. As will we. With my cousins.
I'm sorry if this seems like advertising, but Sanborn is an excellent camp. The camp has over 100 horses, tons of land, and you spend most of your time outside. Overnights occur often, and you have the freedom to choose what you want to do every single day. You sleep, eat, and live with up to ten girls and three counselors in one side of a cabin, all of which are named things like Ponderosa Pine and Silver Spruce. Your friends from camp come from all over the country, and sometimes even internationally. I'm having difficulties with not screaming out loud, I'm so excited!
I should go and finish packing. Farewell, you few people who read this blog. Farewell, and I shall be on again come August....
Farewell.
