In 1971 thirty senior high Girl Scouts flew from Philly to Denver to spend two weeks camping, hiking and riding horses. We stayed in the Tetons, Yellowstone, and the middle of nowhere in Wyoming. It was a blast. Last week was the 40th anniversary (how can that be true?) of this adventurous and very memorable trip and we celebrated with a reunion at Camp Tweedale near Oxford, PA.
Over the weekend we had three campfires; two for our small group and one with the rest of the camp. Our unit campfires lasted well past midnight. The guitars came out and we sang the whole time. The chords and the words came back as if it was 40 years ago. We even managed the harmonies – and actually sounded pretty good.
When I’m singing around a campfire I spend lots of time just staring into the flames. Its mesmerizing. Usually I’m not thinking about much except how deep down happy I feel to be there but this time, as the flames under the logs turned a glowing blue, I started thinking about the color of fire.
Note: I tend to write long posts that take forever to write (I never know what paths I will go down!) and then they end up being very time consuming to read. For this post I’m trying something different. I will be breaking up the post into mini posts as I go. I don’t know yet where it will take me but tomorrow’s post will be: