So here's my favorite story of the day: At breakfast this morning one of our newest, youngest campers from Westchester, NY turned to his counselor and said "I just want to go home". The counselor was completely caught off guard by this, and with a sinking feeling in his chest gingerly asked "what do you mean?" The young man replied "you know, the bunk. Where we live. Can we go back there now? I like it there".
Today was a lovely day at our overnight camp, from start to finish. When I woke up the camp just after 7:30am the sun was shining and everything looked beautiful. As is the case on such nice days, everyone walked up to breakfast in a really good mood. From there until the sun set everywhere I went I saw people having good times with great friends.