Uhh… if a pineapple is your hat, if googly eyes and glue are in your suitcase, or if your suitcase holds a super hero cape and fabric markers… it must be summer camp! It’s my 22nd year doing this gig.
We will once again skim boogie boards across foamy ocean waves. We will eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on what used to be William Randolph Hearst’s private beach. We will ask for two scoops of shaved ice squirted with watermelon and tiger’s blood under the magical moonlight.
Our 2014 camp season begins June 23rd and the ‘Summer of New Heights’ has been printed across fresh teal blue staff shirts. My husband and I wrote a letter for the newspaper thanking our awesome neighborhood businesses and friends for sending us off with such kindness and generosity. Some strangers even donated free camperships for some well-deserving campers who would otherwise have been unable to attend without the financial assistance.
To all these fine folks who still believe kids should know what a s’more over an open fire is, how to shoot an arrow from a bow, or how to re-purpose a pineapple, I will proudly roast a marshmallow in their name.
Wish you were heeeeer!