One of the best parts of the whole weekend was having absolutely no idea what time it was. No watches, no cell phones. Just the sun and the sound of early bird children in the morning and the crackling fire and late night laughter of adults at the end of the day. Every once in awhile we would take a stab at what time we thought it might be and we were always way off. It doesn’t take long to remove yourself from that kind of schedule. Saturday night, after a pretty long and mildly challenging group hike, we all headed back to camp to eat dinner and hang out. F was so exhausted by this point she was pretty much a walking zombie, so we let her put a s’more together early, way before the sun set. A few bites into it she paused, and nearly fell asleep sitting up. But she really enjoyed those first bites.
The kids played, food settled, and one by one the little ones were put into their tents. The grownups emerged, one by one, from the tents and rejoined the circle. More s’mores, and then a guess about the time. 10:00, 10:30… and then we finally discovered that it was just a few minutes after eight. The kids were passed out and the grownups were spent and it wasn’t even nine o’clock. That’s the sign of a very, very good day.
