The Waiting Drove Me Mad...

My job as Camp Recruiter allows me to split the summer between spending time at Camp and “real world”. In the interests of full disclosure, it can certainly be a struggle sometimes, especially during the drive home at the end of a trip or the fateful day before leaving.

And that’s where I am right now.

At this point, there’s nothing worse than the day before spending five glorious days at Susquehannock, trying to busy oneself with packing for every conceivable scenario or weather forecast …only to look at the clock and see that exactly three minutes have elapsed.

A close second to the slow march of time is unequivocally the actual drive to Camp from my home in Saratoga County, NY on the so-called “Interstate” 88. I’ve logged countless hours on this 122 mile stretch of highway where a freak blizzard, deer attacks or Brontosaurus-sized potholes are always a distinct possibility. After two hours of this nonsense, driving on the dirt roads around Camp feels like polished marble.

My sister Alexis, whose idea of “roughing it” is synonymous with “Marriott”, once remarked “Wow, there’s a lot of green” during her first visit to Camp. A dragonfly then flew within 15 feet of her prompting her to scream, jump in car and drive away quicker than you could say “Move ‘em out”.

But for the rest of normal folks, the simple act of turning onto Tripp Lake Road makes the waiting well worth it.

More posts to come!