Camp Lutherwood; A place set apart

Jack Pendleton

Camp Lutherwood, a summer camp I go to every year. A place I go to every summer, full of memorable memories, a place I can depend on to help me through the year. A place where we do chores but have fun with it. We sing while we work, and play games as we labor. Where we swim and play games. Where we set the tables while everyone else waits in a line and sings camp songs with food on their minds. Where they have great food and everyone is so nice. Where we have the annual talent show, and every one comes with a big surprise.

Camp Lutherwood, Where you try to arrive at camp first so you can claim a top bunk, and make a name tag so you are known. Where we take hikes by creeks and sleep in hammocks. Where we beg our parents to leave us money to use in the trading post and buy otter pops and books. Where it’s always hot but we use the large trees to our advantage. The tall rock climbing wall is one of the highest points in camp, and it is as if it views the children as they play in the summer sun. It is as if the campground comes to life as the places are used and enjoyed, they are helping children create new memories to help them get through the year at school. Camp is where the arts and crafts are, where we try to sneak away a nice sharpie so back at the cabin we write our names on the wall to leave a message for the younger cabins after lights out.

Where we sneak past the younger cabins to get out of camp boundaries, to spend the night. Where we try to eat fast so we can earn ourselves time in the pool, where we play games in the field, right before, campfire, and finally campfire, where we roast marshmallows and watch skits that make us laugh and enjoy where we are and the people we are with, as well as life itself. Where Camp Lutherwood is, a place set apart.