I mentioned last week that we kids were headed down to camp with our aunt and uncle.
On the way we went to church with our cousins. They were having a Hmong Chinese day, and so Beatrice is dressed up.
We reached Sharon Bluff Camp Sunday evening.
Megan on her bunk.
Two little boys in the bell tower.
Nathan leading songs before chapel on Monday.
Jonathan waiting his turn for carpetball. That's the major free-time entertainment there.
Some recovering elk were kept in pastures by the camp. We enjoyed watching them.
The camp bell.
Aaron and some other boys playing foosball.
My uncle Benjamin preached on Absalom Tuesday.
Older group Bible class in the bell tower.
Aaron and Megan playing outside.
A skit by Tribe Three. (The campers are dived up into teams for activities.) Megan as Rahab is behind a Delilah in black and white stripes.
My tribe did a Joshua skit. I was the narrator, wearing a pink towel head covering.
A birds' nest with a tragic fate.
The bell tower.
Taylor (a ten year old in my tribe) and I picked wildflowers on Wednesday.
A team doing a group song for Music Night.
Taylor did a solo. (Our tribe leader is working on the technology.)
Aaron and Megan singing bluegrass. Aaron looked a little lost without his mandolin, but we didn't have room to bring it.
Amazing Grace on Banjo and Ocarina. (Ocarinas are smaller than mandolins, so it came along.)
A bird in a mulberry tree out my window.
All things must come to an end... Pictures on the last day of camp. This is my tribe.
Benjamin, Aaron and Megan were in Tribe Three.
Jonathan was in Tribe One. (Tribe One won.)
The cooks in their orange shirts.
Keren and Benjamin before we left.
Blue sky out the van window. I'm left with the little hollow feeling that always comes at the end of camp, but a lot of peace. Home is good. After all, there's always next year.