Camp Hauser

July 14, 2013

Some of us like to camp. Some of us like to visit camp.

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July 14, 2013

This has been a big year for our little lady.

She’s spending the entire summer at camp. Away from the rest of us. Living in a tent. Sweltering without air-conditioning. Swimming across a lake. Fighting off raccoons. Dealing with sunburn. And meeting ticks. And, did we mention raccoons?

But she’s having a blast. At least as far as we can tell from our first “Visitors’ Day.” She showed us all over camp—and we felt like we had walked all over camp—but she was clearly in her element. There were lots of friends, lots of laughter, and lots of camaraderie. And no raccoons that we could see.

This has something to do with the camaraderie.

We don’t know what it means either.

After leaving camp, the rest of us toured Watkins Glen (thanks for the suggestion, Mindy!), a cavernous gorge at the southern end of one of New York’s Finger Lakes. You walk up and down several hundred feet of gorge, under and over small waterfalls. Absolutely no raccoons.

Then it was home to the air-conditioning. And the beloved pookie. At least for us non-campers.