I'm so glad I went.
I was reunited with one of my absolute favorite counselors when I was 10 or 11, and she instantly recognised me and told me how cute I was as a camper. I also got to catch up with the aforementioned swooby and wife, and several other camp people, and hearts was played. Let me tell you, hearts with 8 people is just weird.
In any case, after a terrible nights sleep (new place, camp mattresses), it was off to stain a portion of the lodge. It was an enjoyable job, though cold enough in the morning that I had to put my ear warmer headband thing on. Of course, the job was more enjoyable by the fact that S and I got to gang up on
I'm not sure if I got more stain on the building or on myself and my clothes. I think the building won, but barely.
After lunch I went down to help split logs, which was totally cool: they have this hydraulic log splitter, and it's mesmerizing to watch the logs just crack in half. I was only down there for about 10 minutes, before S ran down to tell me that the boys were going on the tour.
I cannot tell you just how amazingly impressed I am by what they've done to this area, which used to house two girl-scout type platform tents. My first thought was, "Wow. I really want to be a camp counselor again for a summer." Unfortunately, I'm grown up and have a mortgage and a dog to consider, alas. But all these cabins and the work that went into it was spearheaded by swoobysnacks, and I'm even more impressed with that man that I usually am. I might even let the jokes about phone calls slide from now on. (ha ha ha right)
Even though I can't come back as a camp counselor any longer, I know I'm going to be going back for the two work weekends a year and offer my assistance on a committee if that works out, because camp will always have that special place in my heart. I guess you can take the girl from the camp, but you can't take the camp from the girl.
And lest I give swoobysnacks too much of an ego boost, let's recall this moment of the weekend:
(and of course I can't forget to thank zen_raven for puppy-sitting, so all this could happen)
Edit: How could I forget this? I just had to stop and prove to vill that I really did hike to Bong State park about a zillion times over my summers there: