Eventually we all should grow up and in my world this includes a career. Careers don't give you the whole summer off unless you are a teacher. So camp has become a distant but happy memory.
My ward has a camp activity every year. Less than 24 hours at a camp, but enough to remind me just how amazing camp is. Mediocre food, dusty cabins with uncomfortable bunk beds, the chance to stay up late sitting 'round a camp fire, seeing wildlife, and being somewhere where your phone doesn't quite work are all pieces that I love. Somehow my spirit completely relaxes at camp. I stop thinking about work. I stop feeling like I am running in circles. Everything unimportant stops and I remember that I am a child of God and He has given me beautiful places where I can feel closer to Him. So give me trees and mountains and crappy falling apart cabins and squeaky bunkbeds. Give me a chance to be in nature (even if it's just a couple of acres in the middle of a neighborhood)and I will always be grateful for it.
