So after a nine hour plane ride and an hour long lay-over, I finally made it to camp. When I got to the airport, I was picked up by one of my supervisors and we drove an hour and a half to get to camp. The scenery on the way there was incredible with green everywhere and lots of hills and valleys. But the part I liked best was looking at all the strange names of the towns. Nothing on the west coast has such cool names as Witch Meadow and Devil's Hopyard, and Colchestire.
When I finally got to camp I went for a walk with a Rachel to the beach and I know that I'm going to love Conneticut. We're right on Long Island Sound and the view is amazing. Ocean as far as the eye can see.
My c0-counselors all seem really friendly and I'm excited to work other people who share the same passion as I do. It's unusual to be able to joke about scenarios that I have experienced because normally other people are either grossed out or have no idea what I'm talking about. Well I'm going to the beach now. So later..
