When I went to Oakcrest for the first time, I was
intimidated beyond belief. Everything
looked so huge. The mountains, the
trees, the field, the lodge, the array of cabins, there was so much and so much
of it. Would it be possible for this
place to become home to me? I got a brief impression of how the campers would
feel stepping off of the bus.
Everything
was green. Being late April, things were
wet and cold and untouched. No one had
been there since August of last year. It was like the whole place was just waiting
for us to arrive and bring it to life.
Just one
week later, everything was brought to life. It was home.
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