On Thursday Fiona had another whirlwind morning of sightseeing planned that I managed to talk her out of as I will be coming back to New York after camp. It was a good idea (well of course it was!) as we could spend the morning relaxing, picking up any last minute things for camp & packing. Which included a packed dinner Fiona put together for me as she was sure I would get hungry on the train - such a Mum thing to do (sorry, should have said Mom). We also went through my plans for after camp which Fiona is a bit stressed about because of the big chunks of time I have with nothing actually organized yet.
But the new spontaneous, living in the moment type Tracey is absolutely fine with it.
Absolutely. Definitely.
Kind of.
Anyway we caught a taxi to the train station & Fiona waved me off through copious amounts of tears (actually that‘s a lie - at least the part about the tears). Funnily enough I was sitting right at the back of the carriage & a group of people came down who just happened to be the other guys who were traveling to camp. Bizarre huh? I mean, they could have sat anywhere in the carriage. So anyway there was Amelia from Sydney, Mike from New Zealand & Amy & Tim from Britain. We spent the six hour trip talking & getting to know each other. As well as being offered a joint by the guys sitting in front of me that I had been talking to before the others got on the train. I find that really odd as I don’t imagine I look like the kind of person who would partake.
But then maybe they were just nice polite boys whose Mum had taught them to share.
We were picked up by Jed & Meg from the train station which is about 15 minutes from camp & it was soooooo cold. I didn’t really pack for cold. They told us that this was the coldest they had experienced at this time of year.
Which is just great!
Now we all knew that Camp Sangamon was rustic but when we got there they drove us up to a cabin that had panes of glass missing in the window. Jed said “Don’t worry, we’ll get around to fixing that.” Amy just laughed as she thought that it didn’t matter as surely we weren’t going to sleep in there.
But we were.
We laugh about it now (sounds like we have been here forever doesn’t it) but that first, freezing cold night I think there were a few people in shock. For me it was mostly the cold that freaked me out. We all ended up sleeping in our clothes under about 4 sleeping bags.
The first photo is of the lower lodge where we have a fire or watch a movie & the other two are of the inside of our cabin (the last one is my bunk). At this stage we are all in together & later on, when we choose what age boys we want to be in a cabin with, we will move.
But the new spontaneous, living in the moment type Tracey is absolutely fine with it.
Absolutely. Definitely.
Kind of.
Anyway we caught a taxi to the train station & Fiona waved me off through copious amounts of tears (actually that‘s a lie - at least the part about the tears). Funnily enough I was sitting right at the back of the carriage & a group of people came down who just happened to be the other guys who were traveling to camp. Bizarre huh? I mean, they could have sat anywhere in the carriage. So anyway there was Amelia from Sydney, Mike from New Zealand & Amy & Tim from Britain. We spent the six hour trip talking & getting to know each other. As well as being offered a joint by the guys sitting in front of me that I had been talking to before the others got on the train. I find that really odd as I don’t imagine I look like the kind of person who would partake.
But then maybe they were just nice polite boys whose Mum had taught them to share.
We were picked up by Jed & Meg from the train station which is about 15 minutes from camp & it was soooooo cold. I didn’t really pack for cold. They told us that this was the coldest they had experienced at this time of year.
Which is just great!
Now we all knew that Camp Sangamon was rustic but when we got there they drove us up to a cabin that had panes of glass missing in the window. Jed said “Don’t worry, we’ll get around to fixing that.” Amy just laughed as she thought that it didn’t matter as surely we weren’t going to sleep in there.
But we were.
We laugh about it now (sounds like we have been here forever doesn’t it) but that first, freezing cold night I think there were a few people in shock. For me it was mostly the cold that freaked me out. We all ended up sleeping in our clothes under about 4 sleeping bags.
The first photo is of the lower lodge where we have a fire or watch a movie & the other two are of the inside of our cabin (the last one is my bunk). At this stage we are all in together & later on, when we choose what age boys we want to be in a cabin with, we will move.
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