I’ll be hitting the road with the motor home on Monday for
the first time in quite a while. It won’t be a long trip, just eight days from
Texas to Georgia and back. One night on the road each way and five nights in
the North Georgia mountains. Building a house doesn’t leave much time, or
money, for traveling around in a motorhome. The house has been under construction
for some time now but is almost finished. We should be able to start moving
soon after returning from this trip to Georgia. It is really a bad time to take
off, with the house so near completion. However, this trip is for a really
special occasion.
When I was a kid, from age ten to fifteen years old, I went
off to summer camp for anywhere from a month to two months. The summer after I
graduated from high school I worked as a counselor at the camp. My brother and
sister also went to camp for several summers. The camps were Camp Dixie for
Boys, located in Wiley, GA (you will be hard pressed to find Wiley on a map)
and Camp Dixie for Girls in Clayton, GA. My sister went to the girl’s camp. After
I was married, my son and daughter spent many of their summers at Camp Dixie. Hopefully,
my grandson will want to go to Camp Dixie next summer.
The boys camp is long gone and the girl’s camp has changed hands
a few times. The girls camp became Camp Dixie for Boys and Girls before my
children began attending.
Carol Ann (she did not go to Camp Dixie, although she grew
up in Toccoa, GA, probably thirty miles or less from the camp), my daughter
Kristin, grandson Jamie, and I will be attending the Dixie Camps’ Centennial
Celebration over the coming weekend.
My first year at camp was in 1954, sixty years ago when the
camp was only forty years old. I really enjoyed my summers at camp. We went on overnight
canoe trips (portaging over dams and shooting the rapids on the other side),
overnight horseback rides, overnight hiking trips, and even overnight truck
trips to places too far away to paddle, ride, or walk. We water skied at Lake
Rabun and saw “Unto These Hills” in Cherokee,
NC. I hiked for a week on the Appalachian Trail in Georgia and North Carolina
before the park service began trapping the bears and relocating them far from
the trail. There would always be several bears following us with their noses and
trying to steal our food after dark. They would even walk around our sleeping
bags looking for food but they never really bothered us (you just lay very
still and prayed!). If they got too close we threw rocks at them and they would
run away.
Anyway, we hope Jamie likes this little taste of camp life.
Kids need to get away from the TVs, cell phones, iPads, laptops, and computer
games for some good quality time out in the real world communing with nature
and learning to love it.
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