The Camper That Just Wouldn't Sleep
This year, our summer camp regrettably decided to remain closed as a precaution to safeguard our community. As I think about the time of year this is and the fact that we'd be in our 3rd or 4th Session of camp I can't help but think of the life of a Camp Counselor I could be living, and of course the stories I could tell. One of them features a kid I'll dub Zip and I had to pull out some heavy artillery, a very unusual thing. It was my night on. I had already taken my break and ate the Counselor snack and was back at the cabin. Our fellow Counselors were dismissed to enjoy whatever their evenings while we were going to drag out our little mattresses and blankets in front of the doors and get whatever precious sleep we could. However, there was one obstacle But let me back up to our Day from Diablo. We were short two Counselors because that's the way it fell. Our Whisperer and another Counselor, a gentleman from Central America was off that day too. We were struggling