“In wildness is the preservation of the world.”

I love this morning. It isn’t sunny but it is windy and cool. I can hear the leaves rustling and the tinkling of the chimes from my backyard. Out my window I can see the branches being tossed by the wind. They look like dancers swaying and bending in the same direction. The weather report said sun, but I don’t miss it. A cloudy day has its own beauty.

The kids from down the street woke me again this morning. It was around 8:30. They were playing in front of one of their houses. I heard a couple of them singing, but I have no idea of the song. I also heard a couple of them yelling and a couple of them screaming. They’re gone now except for one, the oldest. He is shooting baskets. I can hear the ball when it hits the road and when he dribbles. I have no idea what happened to the rest of them.

Our girl scout camp, Camp Aleeska, was in the woods at the end of a sandy road across the street from the zoo entrance. The camp was in a pine forest and had been built by the fathers of scouts. Inside was one huge room with a tall fireplace and storage benches lining two walls. The kitchen and bathroom were off the big room as was a small room where the adults slept. Cots, the old canvas type with the wooden bars at each end, were stored in the benches. A couple of times, my troop went on overnights at the camp. After we had brought in the food, we set up our cots with a lot of laughter as sometimes they collapsed. We went on hikes and followed trails in the pine woods. Other times we did stuff to earn another badge for our sashes. We all had jobs like cooking, cleaning, doing dishes or sweeping. I remember the stew we usually had for dinner, poor man’s stew. It was hamburger, a can of soup, potatoes, carrots and sometimes canned corn. The stew cooked a long time on the stove. It was always delicious. I remember cooking breakfast with eggs and bacon and toast. We each had a single task at every meal. I always hated it when I had to wash dishes.

I loved the inside of that camp. It had the aroma of a wood fire. It was always quiet as there was nothing near us. We made the only noise.

The camp is gone now as are the trees that kept it hidden. It is the site of construction equipment and piles of sand. I don’t know when the camp was demolished. I’m sorry for its loss as no one else will make memories there.

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10 Comments on ““In wildness is the preservation of the world.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    We had a sunny and cool morning here but it turned to a cloudy and warmish day with strong winds, I liked both of them. We were supposed to get rain but so far the sky has kept all its water.

    Our scout camp was an old village school (I think) around 30 miles fdrom my old home city but otherwise much were the same here. We never had fried food for breakfast though, mostly it was cheese sandwiches and cocoa or perhaps some kind of cereal or porridge. Food always tasted different on the camp but then again all food tasted different compared to what I had at home 🙂 🙂

    Have a great day!

    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      We got sun in the afternoon, but it didn’t get hot as we still had quite the breezy day.

      I had to laugh at your comment about home and food.

      You are right about food tasting different at the camp. We even liked the stew.

      Cheese was never a breakfast dish unless it was added to an omelet.

      Have a wonderful evening.

      • olof1 Says:

        It’s fun how different it can be when it comes to what we eat in the mronings. It wouldn’t be breakfast here if we didn’t have cheese to our sandwiches 🙂 🙂

      • katry Says:

        Christer,
        When my parents and I went to Europe, excluding England, my dad hated breakfast. He said it should be eggs and toast, not cheese and meat sandwiches. My mother and I were quite content with the choices.

  2. Bob Says:

    In my mind roughing it is Motel 6. I appreciate the great outdoors from the air conditioned great indoors. 🙂

    When I was a kid my parents sent me to summer camp for a week and I hated it. I hated the heat, the bugs, the snakes and almost all the activities. When I was a preteen I was sent to Camp To-Go-La in the Catskills north of NYC. Just like my previous experience with camp I hated everything about it except for the girls bunks on the other side of the camp. I’ve never been into sports nor arts and crafts. I was small for my age, wore glasses and was picked on by the bigger stronger boys. I’m not even a fan of sitting out next to our pool. With my luck I would be bitten by a brown recluse spider and die.

    Today it’s already 95 degrees and sunny. Possible rain tonight and tomorrow morning. However, by Sunday it will be hot and dry.

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      Whenever we camped outside it was in tents, but mostly we just stayed at the camp, inside the camp.

      I went to day camp a couple of times. I really enjoyed it. I loved all the activities and the crafts, and that was where I learned to swim. I haven’t ever been bothered by bugs or even snakes. If I had been, Ghana would have been a nightmare.

      77˚ was the high today. It has been a wonderful day.

      • flyboybob Says:

        I learned to swim at day camp as well. I enjoyed day camp because it was here in Dallas and we were inside much of the time. Also, I got to go home every evening to air conditioning and my mother’s cooking. It was sponsored by the JCC and still is today. What Jewish mother would allow her kid to suffer the pain of sleeping in a tent or swimming in a lake. I did enjoy canoeing when I was at sleep away camp.

      • katry Says:

        Bob,
        The camp was in my town. A bus picked us up all over town and left us at the end of the dirt road. On swimming day, the bus dropped us at the pool then picked us up for camp after the lessons.

        I never even thought about an away camp. I didn’t know anyone who went to one. The day camp was fun. I went two years then I was a junior counselor for two more.

    • William Sandford Says:

      Bob
      Is there anything you DO like?
      Life is too short to be unhappy.


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