A successful last day.
That means getting kids out and in skies. Getting them back in and getting gear squared away and rooms clean. Riding about 5 hours while keeping everyone, staff included, as happy as possible. Returning those kids to their parents and making the parents as happy as possible.
And last, enjoying a drink and food with any staff available.
Now it’s time for real life again. Time to wash away the sweat camp and smells of the izakaya. Time to kiss my wife hello and gaze at my sleeping son.
Camp is over. But summer will be here faster than I expect.
Deadly Troubadour 