July has arrived,
So I’m writing a book at
Yes, I’m off to camp today. I’ve packed my backpack and remembered my swimming things; I’m looking forward to canoeing on the lake, singing songs round the campfire, and eating scorched marshmallows.
If anyone reading this has been to the Union League Boys Club Camp in Wisconsin, do let me know – I was a camp counsellor there once upon a time! So all my imagination of summer camp stems from that experience. The kids were all inner city boys from Chicago, and most first-timers had never been in the dark of the countryside at night. There was much fright at ‘normal’ night-time sounds. But I hope the young man who shared the evening canoe with me when we witnessed a night heron catch and eat a frog has grown up strong and kind. I wonder what happened to all those kids I knew in my youth?
By the way, Camp Nano is a virtual camp – I’ll be sitting here at my computer as usual, although I hope to take the laptop out in the garden for some of my writing stints. Don’t expect any Friday Flash Fiction in July – I’ll aim to send you a postcard from camp each week instead.