Do you remember playing Matthew, Mark, Luke and John?

J.P. just finished leading us in a spirited game of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John, a game for which my brain was clearly not created. The strain of trying to remember your number is compounded by the humor of watching your friends attempts at the same futile endeavor. Returning staff, kitchen staff, campers turned counselors and men entirely new to Chippewa sat in chairs around our now completely familiar and supremely adequate dining hall, with only the sounds of birds and forest enjoying their last few minutes of evening outside our windows, playing a game created in a time before time was created, and all of us laughing deep unencumbered laughter. Chippewa has an ability to bring one back to the roots of connection to nature and the good people around us, and to remind us why those roots need nurturing. Places like this have always had this affect, and may seem to more difficult to find. But in fact, unlike us, they do not move and are not at all hard to find if you remember where to look.