I'm letting myself miss camp a few more days. I miss the fantastic people and hearing the bell ring for dinner. I miss our "cabin" (not truly a cabin, but our quarters for the summer- which were actually bigger than our house), the smell of Clarke Hall, and the crunch of gravel under our feet on walks. I miss the secluded-ness. I miss campers running around and so many people to say "good morning" to. I miss the lake- watching the white caps from our front window. I miss sitting on the sunny dock with a book, and talks with my sisters-in-law. I miss knowing that there's stuff going on all around me. 

Can you tell I love it out there?

Here's a few quick pics from this summer's photo stream...

I love that our camp has open fields- it's not all cedar trees and ticks.