Friday, July 13, 2018

Happier Camper

When I was a kid, I enjoyed a good day at camp. I still do, but my methods of relaxing and enjoying myself have certainly taken a turn to more those of a landlubber. There is now a constant quest for shade, sunscreen and decent snacks. The other day I was watching folks splash about in the water, and began to ponder why I was content on my perch. I suspected it had something to do with the effort it seemed it would take to put on a bathing suit, actually get wet, and then have to go through the arduous task of towel drying and putting dry clothes back on.

The water called much louder when I was younger. Was it the wooden raft my grandfather made that oozed a fine sap every season? It was difficult to wash from our hands and nearly impossible to remove from our bathing suits? Maybe the lack of water shoes back then and how I could cut my feet on the mysterious treasures hiding in the sand was enticing. There were those dark black inner tubes whose scalding hot surfaces were so irresistible. Yes, the plan of attack was to flop one side down on the water and then flip the tube over to then lay atop the barely cooled off side - of course this had to be done while trying to avoid being impaled by the inflation valve. Was it the thrill of not knowing when the wooden dock might throw a sliver? So many possibilities.

There was no hot water out at camp back then, let alone a shower, so sometimes a bar of soap, tube of Prell and the lake were how hygiene happened. It. Was. Fantastic. Every bit of it, every summer. What happened? The seaweed is no more gross now than it ever was. Is there really just too much thought, on my part, being put into something that should require little to no thought? Should content always be satisfying enough? What happened to that girl who always ended up in the water due to enthusiasm or clumsiness? This week brought frustrations large and small, and I just wanted to feel something different. As soon as my husband came home, I told him I wanted to go jump in the lake. (Camp is only two miles from our house - literally.) He offered to take some one does when approached with such a greeting. I figured there was just one thing I needed, aside from a towel.
Beyond that, I didn't really want to think.
I just wanted to let it go.

Please note: If I had thought, I might have realized that the cape was going to end up trying to suction itself to my face. I also felt a little blousy and didn't really stay in long enough, so...