This summer we dropped the boys off at Camp Ridgecrest for their very first time as campers there. It was sort of a big deal-- I have a long history at Crestridge, and Daniel and I met through our jobs at the summer camps so having the boys finally old enough to attend camp there definitely felt a bit like things were coming full circle.
The boys went to starter camp this year. Carver was in Apache 5, and Carson was in Apache 1. Dropping them off was a fun experience, we ran into a lot of old camp friends and acquaintances that we hadn't seen in years-- friends whose kids were in cabins with our boys. Such a sweet step of life.
The boys LOVED camp. We were a bit worried. Carver was worried about being at camp without Julia (who has always been at Strong Rock while he was there). Carson really had no fears or worries :) Since we live very close to camp, we were well aware that it rained most of every single day while they were at camp and we were stressed. But the staff did a great job making camp amazing and the boys had the BEST time.
Ridgecrest camps are just so strong. They just are. Their program is so solid. They have the history and tradition and resources to just do things very well. I think I had forgotten that after being away for so long. There are always going to be some bittersweet feeling associated with Ridgecrest camps for me. But I am glad that the boys went this summer, and I am glad that they want to go back next year. For TWO WEEKS.
I hope they love this place as much as I once did.