time travel tuesday ~ camp!!!

What is your favorite memory(s) from Summer camp?

I spent a week every summer I can remember growing up at Camp Rock Creek! I love that place... It is about 30 miles away from where I live and where I met Matt. It holds many many special memories. Here are a few that come to mind...

I loved camp when I was younger because I enjoyed swimming and all the singing and games played at camp. Who can resist a good shaving cream fight?


As I got older I loved camp for the spiritual aspects, it was a place of reflection, friendship and at that time (in my mind) the most important thing in the world... BOYS!

We made up skits every year and competed against other cabins. I remember one year (junior high times) that we did a silly skit about escargot... good times. Usually the fun skits involved dressing a favorite guy up like one of the girls.

Another favorite competition was the cleanest cabin. You got to be first in the mess hall line and canteen for goodness sakes! If you had the dirtiest cabin you got the dreaded dirty sock which had to be carried around the entire day... and you had to clean the mess hall... ugh!


I remember one really stormy year in which we spent every night in the hall of the open foyer. It was crazy scary to see those dark clouds come over the tops of the trees. The older girls really got scared... I remember one fainting!

I always over packed! I single handedly clothed (very stylishly I might add) many of the girls in my cabin for a lot of years... mom loved my the laundry bag when I came home.

Mom was usually the cook. It was great to have the perk of raiding the refrigerator at night!

I was baptized at camp. I still remember the misty foggy glow of the pool that night. God's presence was felt.

Who remembers "get your elbows off the table Annie Bailey?"... "round the mess hall you must go..." I loved that!


One of my last years there I was a junior counselor and it was rumored that I snuck out at night with a fellow boy junior counselor to ***kiss*** ... I can neither confirm nor deny those assumptions. It was a fun year though. (well, til the friend who was dating that boy found out that rumor and well, didn't forget it for many many years.)

I told you I met Matt there, but not during a camp week... I'll save that story for another travel.

That sounds like a good place to go next week, how we met our husbands... what do you think?