As I write this I am stretched out in my own bed. It is a glorious feeling.
But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss camp. Not only the thrill and joy of it, but the people I get to spend camp with.
And then there is the fact that I grew up in a place where snow was practically unknown. And now I have a place that is practically a second home in one of the snowiest places in the world.
That’s pretty nice.
Just not as nice as being able to lay down in my own bed.
From tomorrow I should be able to make more than just these mini updates. Assuming I don’t just sleep straight through tomorrow.
Deadly Troubadour 