I am a bit behind in chronicling the events of our summer. It's so rainy here today seems like no better time. This was our second year at Rockywold Deephaven Camps, our newly found favorite place on earth. Accommodation, acclimation and dining hall table placement are grounded in "seniority" at RDC, with two years under our belt, can't quite say we've yet earned it, extended families have been camping there for literal generations. We'll get there. This year was not as jaw dropping as our inaugural visit, in that it wasn't all new. This year, it was easier to get in the groove. It was a year to appreciate, anticipate and reacquaint instead of flat out discovery.
Don't get me wrong, the second time around was just as delectably sweet. Maybe it was better, meeting up with "old" friends was incredibly welcoming and I didn't have to spend so much gawking at the ice house, I could get on with other camp activities.
As predicted the first two days were rainy. Rainy, Rainy, Rainy. Luckily, as expected, there were strapping young men delivering firewood to our cabin daily (as life should be), and plenty of hours to teach the boys to play, love and embrace card and board games. We made the most of it and moved on to welcome sunny skies for the remainder of our week at camp. Here is a little peek at the week, in no particular order: