Hello Readers!
Today was a glorious day indeed! We midwestern hearts were greeted by our very own Royals. They were gracious enough to come straight to Oakland so we could reunite once more.
The day was warm, warmer in the sun than the shade, which is where our tickets placed us. Tim, Lisa, Tess, Donald, Jeff, Courtney, Angie, Lynley, and I made the hour drive to Oakland to watch the Royals take the A’s head on in a victorious battle (apparently the term is “swept”). It was a great way to decompress after a week of Camp Opportunity for them, and Camp Cromberg for me.
We Royals fans ignited the fire in the A’s fans around us, as we enthusiastically rooted on our men in opposition to their “Let’s Go Oakland (ROYALS!)” cheers. We made ourselves very, very apparent.
Left to right: Donald, Courtney, Lisa, Lynley, Jeff, Angie
On another note, Christa and I spent the past week at Camp Cromberg. “It’s a more rustic campground,” they told me. Girl, were they right! The only time we spent indoors was in our cabins, the bathroom, and the kitchen.
It was a truly wonderful experience for me. As a counselor, I had the opportunity to spend much of my time with the Jr High kids, bonding closely with my own cabin of girls.
Most of our time was spent on the cement pad under the tarp or playing 9 Square In The Air, which (Sr High) director Jenny Hedman has appropriately brought to Sr High Camp this coming week as well.
Christa was our incredible cook for the week, with her mother Annette and Jony (sp?) as her kitchen crew. Jessica Hudson bore the title Director, and did a fine job, indeed, as Jenny integrated the theme Live, Love, Share, into every day’s theme class.
Our group took several trips to lakes and hikes, all of which were beautiful, being little oasises amidst the glorious mountains. We went to Graeagle Lake on Monday and discovered leeches (yuck!) and large tadpoles (those were a fun catch), and rowed around the “lake” in Rob Thomas’s orange canoe.
Wednesday the group minus Shirley Stevenson, Linda Roach, and myself, went to Sardine lake and traversed waist-deep waters, I hear. The three of us instead drove Linda home sick to Truckee, delayed by a bicycle race. Ooooh boy. A 50 minute drive turned into a 2 hour drive!
One evening the campers learned to square dance, and boy was that entertaining!
Thursday was such a treat! A man looking in to joining our humble church community took us to one of his gold claims to pan for gold! He is a Gold Prospector, and he does his job well! We struck gold!
The last day of adventures, Friday, we went to upper Sardine Lake. Low water levels saddened the returners, but otherwise all was well until little Maya Seagraves struck a rock on a hike. I got to play my First Aid-Trained hand at dressing a wound, we cleared the lake, and four sutures ensued. My oh my, what an experience and a sight! Overall, a wonderful week! On to the next!
