Year After Year.
It doesn't go away, that nagging urge that creeps up year after year, when the grass smells like flag raising and the sun sets on our crisp new sunburn. Us camp folks are easily reminded of what it once meant to crawl into bunk beds for a much-needed night's sleep amongst kindred spirits after meeting only 48 hours earlier. We crave it now as much as we did then, wondering where the time and people went, knowing full well camp can never fully disappear. Enjoy!
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