I know I've been absent a few days, but by the time I got the house all ready for camp (I can't leave a messy house if I'm going somewhere--I must clean. Anyone else with this quirk?), went to camp, came home and caught up with all my other responsibilities...well, time got away.
Before I left I was composing a post about how every Guide (or Scout) Camp I or my brothers had ever been to had resulted in pouring rain. In fact, we got so we could plan on it. Is there a Scout or Guide Camp coming up? It will rain that weekend! Alert the local farmers!
(The father of one of my friends is a farmer, and whenever we'd have a long dry spell and everyone started praying for rain he'd suggest we girls pack up and go tripping. It always worked.)
I talked myself out of posting it though because, in case no one noticed, it's winter. I went to Guide camp in the winter (twice!) as a girl, but I honestly don't remember the weather. I remember the freaky ghost story, the basement kitchen, my mom as nurse, and some poor girl getting taken completely out of commission playing "Red Rover" (a game that ALWAYS ends in injury). I just don't remember the weather. It couldn't have been raining though, so save that post for Summer Camp.
I should have posted it.
Friday night it snowed for about 20 minutes....then the rain started...freezing rain...hail...driving pounding sleet...hail again....rain...snow....and so it continued all night and through the day Saturday. The temperature kept hovering all around freezing and the precipitation just didn't know what form to take.
But it sure was pretty...
I think everyone had fun, despite (or because of?) the weather. There was your usual camp fare; crazy games, campfire songs, staying up late whispering in the night, good food, and even some serious discussion. The girls begged to go outside all morning (it's not raining THAT hard! Please!?) and we relented around 11 AM when it changed once again to snow.
Best. Sliding. Ever.
All of that freezing rain meant that everything was well iced over. We were able to slide on the road into camp (which is on a wicked incline), from the snowbanks in the parking area down the paths, and even down the hill onto the lake.
Here we are:
Of course we all got soaked (the fallout of which I'm saving for a separate post). We could hardly wait to get through lunch so we could go back out and do it all over again :)
The best part for me was getting to know the girls better. An hour and a half once a week (less since we keep having to cancel due to weather) only allows a quick glimpse at the personalities and dynamics of the group. Being all together for 24 hours let me (finally!) sort out names and personalities. I saw some discouraging group dynamics now and then (girls are girls after all) but overall was impressed.
We have a great bunch of individuals, maturing at vastly different rates, but all with the seeds of great things within them. They're struggling, impatient to grow and discover who they are and how they fit in the world. Watching them, I alternated between becoming one of them all over again--poised on the cusp of maturity and eager to seize my place--and feeling impossibly ancient--twice their age and having been through it all. I'm excited to see how they bloom when their time comes and glad they're in the Guiding movement, which helps so much to keep perspective in those tricky years. I hope they stay in Guiding, for their sake and the community's sake. Either way, the next few years should produce some amazing young women.
Waiting for spring.