In this day and age of iPhones, wii games and way too many cartoons, I signed John up for camp at the Chattahoochee Nature Center hoping to reinforce that the outdoors is a marvelous playground – a place for aimless roaming, lazy daydreaming and unrivaled adventure. In that vein, the PCP spent the last glorious week at Camp Kingfisher doing nothing other than being a BOY.
Camp opens each morning with songs and then small groups break out to explore natural habitats, plants indigenous to Georgia and loads of creatures. Each day brings new adventures, covering everything from hiking to swimming to canoeing, and counselors aim to instill all sorts of life lessons, like making friends and respecting others. They talk a great deal about protecting our planet and natural resources and encourage campers to bring “trash free” lunches – no zip locks, no chip bags, no paper napkins – as a tangible part of this effort.
At the end of his week at Camp Kingfisher, John successfully:
- passed the deep end swim test and earned a bracelet denoting such (good gracious that makes me nervous)
- brought not only a trash free lunch, but two trash free snacks each and every day
- learned the basics of canoeing and took a spin in the craft three times
- traded in some strange tree nut found weeks ago in the Nature Exchange for some other strange variety of rock
- got to know a few choice snakes, turtles and Lord knows how many other creepy crawlies
- made a few new friends
When I asked the PCP to name his very favorite thing about camp he thoughtfully replied, “Everything was my favorite. It was all so favorite that I can’t even pick a favorite.”
This, my friends, is the kind of place where memories are made!