Camp. Such a simple, meaningful place. A place where parents dump their kids for a week so they can have a break. But that isn't my camp, Y-Camp is so much bigger than just a dumping spot for annoying kids by their tired parents. Y-Camp is my second home.
It's always filled with the sounds of kids splashing in the pool, horses stomping through the grass, screams of delight from the zipline and rock wall, the crackling of logs in a campfire, soft sniffling from late-night convos. The strumming of guitars as we sing around a campfire, balls being thrown and hit around in the gaga pit and the volleyball court. It's a place to hear real sounds.
Filled with the smell of chlorine, the light scent of hay and grain coming from the horse barn. Smoke filtering out of the grill by the dining hall filling the air full of the smell of cooking meat, the watery clean smell coming from the nearby creek. It's a place to smell real smells.
Sand squishing through your toes and you stomp through the shallow creeks, the soft fuzz on the nose of the camp horses. The sun shining down and warming your skin, plastic digging into your hands from the rock wall as your cabin hoists you higher into the air. Tightness from the harness squeezing your legs and stomach before you fly down the zipline. It's a place to feel real things.
Gooey sugary marshmallow warmed from the campfire, surrounded by the melting sweet chocolate and topped off with a crunchy graham cracker. Every morning filled with fluffy yellow eggs, golden brown waffles topped covered in thick maple syrup. For lunch, gooey mac n cheese, tender ribs slathered in barbeque sauce. Last off dinner, always filled with juicy burgers and hotdogs and always followed by everyone's favorite. Dessert. It's a place to taste real food.
Dark forests filled to the brim with lavish green plants and beautiful bright flowers at every turn. The small animals rustling through the underbrush and the horses stomping through the camp as their strong build carries around campers. All the people; whether they're tall, short, strong, weak, handsome, ugly, it doesn't matter if everyone is welcome no matter what. It's a place to see real things.
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