I have been at Woodleaf for a total of twelve days so far. It feels like I've been here forever though. I was terrified of the unknown but now the idea of leaving this place I've called home for only a short while makes me want to sob in a corner. These past days have been anything but ordinary. The summer interns have been engulfed into the Woodleaf staff and family. They have made us feel welcome and at home. We have been doing manual labor getting the camp ready for hundreds of feet to be running on the field and screams of excitement to fill the air. I have painted signs and made a balance beam and cleaned, all the while getting to know these new people I get the privilege of living with for the next three months. There are seventeen of us that live in Falk House. It's a cozy little place across the street from camp. We've spent many nights up late talking under the twinkle lights or watching a movie.
I love these people. They understand that adventure is necessary. We've had late night dance parties and went into town for the Farmers Market that ended with a delicious burger. We went to the Backstreet Boys concert at Sleep Train and I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. Jen's face when she saw Nick Carter is something I will never be able to forget. We danced as one with our bare feet in cold grass as we relived our childhood.
A group of five of us broke off from the rest and drove through the night to Yosemite. It was one of those epic last minute decisions. We arrived at the park at 3:45am and slept in the bed of the pickup truck for two hours. We woke up and got on our way up the trail. Now let me tell you, this was a hard hike. It was more of a climb. I stopped often to take pictures of the scenery that looked as though it was from another country. Once we finally reached the second waterfall we set up our Enos and hammock and talked and marveled in the beauty of creation.
Camp officially begins tomorrow. I'm nervous and excited all at the same time. This summer is going to be one for the books.