Here we all are on our last morning at camp. I have posted about camp before but this year felt so special and so different. Maybe it had to do with the fact that I was carrying on the tradition of camp Tuolumne to the next generation. Or maybe it was because being with my family felt so good. Or maybe it was the beautiful weather. Or maybe it was the fact that each morning when you wake up you hear a song sang from a blue jay and you realize how lucky you are to wake up to yet another beautiful day with fresh air in your lungs and your husband lying next to you.
The warm afternoons allowed for some swimming and relaxing by the swimming hole.
The hard part is not jumping into the cold water it is climbing up beaver head rock. A task so hard it may take you 6 tries to make it up the slick rock.
At night campfire and camp songs.
I choose this picture because Dad has such a proud look on his face. This year he was honored for all the work he has put into camp over the years.
I love these men
mornings are a good time to sit in the green chairs and read.
happy little camper.
Jim and Marcia soaking up the sun. First year campers. I hope they come back.
After lunch it is in your tent or out of camp. Little P played while we read.
Mom sunbathing in style. She looks so pretty.
In the early morning we would bring the baby in bed with us. He loved looking up into the trees. It must be amazing to see such things for the first time.
A view of the swimming hole in the morning. It rarely changes over the years.
All in all it was a great weekend. Can't wait until next year.
