The Snoochel goes to camp

Gramps and Granny took Sylvie to camp yesterday.  For the first time our nine year old granddaughter will be on her own in the world of horses and camp.  Both our kids went to Triangle Y Camp.  Of course her mom, her dad, and the grampers are all wondering how she is getting along.  We had to get there early and make sure she got a good bunk, on the bottom by the window.  A swimming check will be made to see how well the kids can swim. Sylvie assured the counselors she was on the swimming team and things would be fine.

A thousand years ago old Kadizzle went to various camps.  Back in the hills our family of nine children all went to nature camp.  At this moment my nephew's boys are at nature camp back in the hills up Wheeling Creek.  In the old days sometimes we went to a camp in the mountains of West Virginia in a town called Terra Alta.  Kadizzle was too young to go on the hikes and often had to stay back at camp.  A memory from those days remains.  Older sister Melissa would not get out of bed so the other campers picked up her cot and put her in the row boat and shoved her out in the lake.  The lake was pathetic. You could walk across it.

All this camp nonsense started with Kadizzle's father who was an ardent Boy Scout.  Scouting led to birding and the family has been deep in bird watching ever since.  Kadizzle hated bird walks.  At nature camp they would make us get up early in the fog and look for the damn birds.  Kadizzle was always a good whistler and would get at the back of the line snaking thought the woods.  At the back of the line he would imitate various bird sounds.   The group would come to a stop and some would declare the name of the bird Kadizzle was faking.  That was the only fun on a bird walk. To this day the sisters are still bird brains.