Some favourite moments from Camp Arnes in October.
- Backpacks and garbage bags piled up to the ceiling on The Little Bus Who (barely) Could
- Boys jumping in the lake. In the minus twenty. At night. For the last cookie.
- S'mores in the dining hall.
- Girl talk in Room Seven.
- Evenings for courage and crying together.
- Dutch Blitz madness.
Summers at Arnes are summers from my childhood. This year we came at the root of winter. Old friends, new friends, and old friends who became new friends once more; they fuelled the weeks to come. I feel like when we 'just need to get away', it's not the people we need to get away from. Sometimes we just need a change of scenery to change our perspectives.