My grandson finally sent a letter this week, just 2 days before he got picked up from camp. Better late than never, I suppose. He had been there 2 weeks as of the 22nd, and this is the first any of us have heard from him, even his mom.
The letter reads:
"Dear Grandma and Grandpa,
I am having fun! It was hard the first day to get used to things like the taste in food and water. I still have trouble with that. I got used to the cabin. I have made lots of friends. I am having a blast. I got stung by a hornet while trying to catch a football. I stepped in it's nest too, but I am o.k. I love you! "
We are so pleased to know that he had fun at camp, especially since it is the same camp his mom, aunt and uncle went to when they were kids. Next year, his twin brother and sister will go with him, and in a few years, they will be joined by their younger sister, who is now almost 7.
While this one was at camp, the rest of the family was at a resort in western NC, where they have hiked, swam in lakes and pools, panned for gemstones, ridden horses, walked through and behind waterfalls, and as soon as they pick up the happy camper, they are going white-water tubing on a river! How's that for a fun-filled vacation? It makes me tired just typing about it!