One week into the 2016 camping season and Chippewa is alive
with the joyous cries of campers being launched from the thrill matt, chased
among the pine of lower camp or locked in a painfully close game of table
tennis. There is a buzz—a hum of liberation: of elation about camp, an irresistible
mist of gleeful anticipation which seeps through the cracks in the weathered
wooden walls of the cabins, engaging all who feel its touch.
The wealth of talent and more notably, of potential, is
tangible with not a single meal going by without the announcement of some new
feat of excellence. As the sun sets in the west, the moon casts its soft glow
over the shimmering waters of Cass Lake and the “dipper” within. Its conquest
across an ocean of stars counts down the hours of another day which promises to
be rife with opportunity. The ship has set sail, but this journey is only just
beginning.
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