The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the familiar campgrounds that had become my second home. As I stood there, amongst the tall pines and the gentle rustling of leaves, a whirlwind of emotions churned inside me. It was here, at this sacred place, that I had returned once again—a decision that would alter the course of my upcoming summer.
I had initially planned to spend only two weeks as a volunteer at camp, before setting off to my original summer job. Two weeks seemed like a perfect escape from the mundane routines of life—a chance to reconnect with the joyful essence of my childhood. Little did I know that fate had a different plan in store for me.
Just as the campfire’s warmth embraced us during those cool spring nights, destiny embraced me, leading me down a path I had not anticipated. Those two weeks stretched into four, as the camp’s magic worked its way into the very depths of my being. It was in those extra days, amidst laughter and camaraderie, that I realized the extent of my attachment to this place—an attachment that was now inseparable from my soul.
As the offer for a summer job here emerged, I found myself grappling with conflicting emotions. I already had a job lined up for the season, one that promised a steady paycheck and worldly pursuits. But camp… oh, camp. Its allure was a siren song, calling me to embrace a different kind of wealth—one that transcended monetary gain.
The decision was tough, yet deep down, I knew that the universe had presented me with a choice that will define my summer and perhaps even shape the person I am to become. It was in those moments of contemplation, surrounded by the rustle of leaves and the distant sound of my friend’s laughter, that I reached a resolute conclusion. My heart whispered its plea, and I knew that the camp was where I belonged.
So, I have cast aside the conventional path—the predictable and the safe—and surrendered myself to camp’s timeless embrace. The prospect of the unknown and the allure of creating unforgettable memories superseded any materialistic temptations that had clouded my judgment. I had chosen to immerse myself in a world where the richness lay not in possessions, but in the connections forged and the spirits nurtured.
I would say that this spring has been nothing short of a revelation—a testament to the power of following one’s heart and surrendering to the beauty of the present moment. It is in these sacred grounds that I have found some purpose, my joy, and my home away from home.
To anyone who may find themselves at a crossroads, torn between the expected and the extraordinary, I implore you to listen closely to your heart’s whispers. For it is in those whispers that the universe reveals its most precious gifts—the gifts that lead us to places where our souls can flourish, where we can find solace and belonging.
This journey has taught me that sometimes the best decisions are the ones that tug at our hearts, the ones that push us out of our comfort zones, and the ones that require us to take a leap of faith. It is in these moments of vulnerability that we discover the true extent of our capabilities and the richness that life has to offer.
While camp is undoubtedly a memorable experience filled with laughter, games, and friendships, there comes a point when even the most dedicated staff member craves a brief respite from the structured routines. And what better way to break free from the camp bubble than embarking on a camping trip with fellow staff? Just an hour away from the camp lies a not so hidden gem; Woods Lake, a perfect retreat for a night of camaraderie, adventure, and connection with nature.
Leaving behind the familiar camp environment, our group set out on a hiking expedition to escape into the wilderness. With backpacks filled with essential camping gear, and not so essential camera gear, a sense of excitement fills the air as we venture deeper into the woods. The sun filters through the canopy of trees, casting enchanting shadows on the forest floor. The rustling leaves, the trickling of spring streams, and chorus of birdsong serve as a soothing soundtrack for the journey, as if nature herself is welcoming our arrival.
After an invigorating hike, our group reaches our secluded campsite, nestled along the shores of the tranquil lake. The picturesque setting immediately captivates our senses, one that most certainly will provide a serene backdrop for our night under the stars. The campsite is equipped with basic amenities, including a fire pit, raised platforms, and a couple submerged canoes. It’s rustic, yet comfortable enough to make everyone feel at home in the wilderness.
With our hammocks hung up and the fire crackling, we gather around to share stories and indulge in laughter. Unburdened by the responsibilities and schedules of the camp, we relish the freedom to unwind and be fully present in the moment. The atmosphere is electric with enthusiasm, as conversations flow effortlessly, building deeper connections amongst friends.
As the sun begins to set, the forest transforms into a magical realm. The warm hues of the sunset paint the sky, casting a gentle glow over the landscape. With darkness descending, the symphony of the night awakens. The crackling fire is complemented by the rhythmic chirping of crickets and the occasional hooting of an owl. It’s a harmonious collaboration of nature’s sounds, reminding everyone of the beauty and serenity that lie beyond the camp’s boundaries.
One of my first nights at camp I also stayed up late with some friends in the hope of witnessing the mesmerizing dance of the Northern Lights. The air was crisp, and our excitement filled the atmosphere. With each passing minute, our eyes scanned the horizon, eagerly awaiting the spectacle of nature’s breathtaking masterpiece. As the not so vibrant hues began to paint the cloudy skies, we were almost rendered speechless by the ethereal beauty unfolding before us. It was a moment of awe and wonder that inspired me to capture the essence of my spring camp experience in a poem.
Amidst the sprawling green of towering trees,
A summer camp waits in anticipation of spring’s breeze.
The lake’s beauty reflects the sky,
A serene and tranquil mirror for campers nearby.
As the season transforms, the chill dissipates,
The lake thaws, and dormant life awakens from its sleep state.
The trees come to life, shedding their winter coats,
As the campers’ laughter and joy forever floats.
The Northern Lights, elusive and rare,
Appear as ghostly shapes, not so bright and fair.
Yet they still inspire and astound,
Friends gather together, entranced, spellbound.
As the flames of the campfire blaze,
Stories are shared, and memories are made in a maze.
New bonds are formed, and old friendships rekindle,
As the beauty of nature and camaraderie intermingle.
With the arrival of spring and its warmth,
The campers depart with a heart full of wonder and joy henceforth.
As they bid adieu to the lake and the trees,
They know that they will return, to a place that sets their spirit free.
Miguel Mabalay 