Saturday, my son and I pointed the car west and headed up to Bath County, Virginia in the Alleghany Mountains to retrieve my daughter from her summer camp where she had spent the last 6 weeks. Earlier in the week, we had received a letter from my daughter, which was written last Sunday and began "Today was our last church. It is beyond sad." If you were wondering why I waited almost a week to retrieve my daughter from something that "is beyond sad", than you don’t know about Camp Mont Shenandoah (CMS).
What my daughter was finding so sad was that on the coming Saturday the 2006 session of CMS would be over. The rest of her letter was a checklist of events for the last week at CMS. The passing of each would sadly bring her one step closer to the conclusion of camp. Besides last church, the night before had been the Senior Musical (Oklahoma, this year), in which she was in the chorus and had one line. Later in the week, there would be "wishing boats", (where the girls launch paper boats with lit candles down the Cowpasture River and make a wish. If your boat makes the rapids with your candle still lit, your wish comes true), team songfest (the camp is divided into 2 teams and their team songs are sung), final honor meet (when awards are handed out and "honor" campers acknowledged) and, of course, final banquet (a secret theme "final supper" unknown to campers until they enter the dining hall).
CMS was founded in 1927 based on 5 core values of love, loyalty, friendship, sportsmanship and spiritual awareness. This was the 5th year, and third as a 6 weeker (CMS has 2 - 3 week sessions), that my daughter, who turned thirteen in May, has attended CMS. To say she loves CMS is an understatement, but she is not alone in this sentiment. All the girls feel this way. Maybe it is the waters of the Cowpasture River, but these girls are like a cult. And let me explain why.
Every year, my daughter negotiates her attendance for the next summer on the car ride home. (Saturday was no exception to pass years.) CMS sends out commitment letters for the next session in September with an October cut off date. There is no peace in our house until my daughter knows she is signed up. This normally requires at least several e-mails exchanges with the camp director, written verification from the camp, and even seeing the canceled deposit check. Around Christmas, we begin a daily countdown until the Mid Winter Reunion, an afternoon event held here in Richmond every February. Once, the Mid Winter reunion passes, we start the countdown for the actual first day of camp. Now, want to know the scary part? Other parents report the same behavior.
Saturday’s ride home was quieter than it had ever been. Normally, my daughter is a jabberwocky with one tale after another of the summer’s events. Asked why so quiet, she mournfully replied "I just miss camp so much." Wouldn’t it be wonderful, if we all could have 6 weeks each year of complete bliss? I’d settle for a week, how about you?