Gone to Carolina

"A lot of parents pack up their troubles and send them to summer camp " ~Raymond Duncan

My feet are dirty, there is sand in my bed (neither will be clean for the next 7 weeks) and I have drunk three classes of ice tea sweet enough to make your fingernails curl (Oh, how I love the south). It's official. I'm at camp. And I'm a counselor so I am both in charge (ack! we won't discuss that I haven't been in a sailboat in two years) and being paid (hooray! this is far better than paying exorbitant amounts of money to have dirty feet and beds and scary sweet sweet tea).

I have internet and my laptop so I'll be in and out. Not that I'm ever really in. But I am trying to write more regularly this summer. I have thoughts to think and things to say, but never seem to get around to writing them. Expect things written in the next few weeks (read: next few months) to be about eleven year olds, sail boats, and the wonderful North Carolina Blue Ridge mountains.

There will be a forthcoming post about why this means the world to me,because dirty feet and sweet tea aside, it does.
I remain,
Georgie