Yesterday I worked on a feature story about Camp Ockanickon’s 75th Anniversary as a Boy Scout Camp.
It was bittersweet with today being Father’s Day. You see, the last time I visited this place I was an 11 year old scout and attended the 1976 Scout Jamboree with my father. As I walked through the grounds I came across the wood “cabin” pictured.
I smiled. No chuckled, because it brought back a memory of that trip. My father and my scout friend’s fathers were with us to chaperone. When my father came across out campground, he saw the tent that the boys were to sleep in. They were nice full covered tents. And then the scout master said, “and this is where you will be bunking.” My father said, “I’m not sleeping in that! There’s only three walls.” None of the other fathers were happy about it either.
Little moments like that make me realize HE IS FOREVER WITH ME. 🙂