At this point, there is no denying the fact that all of us have begun to deal with the realization that camp is rapidly coming to an end. We have all become very aware of the fact that, in just two days, our Radical Utopian Experiment will come to a close for the summer.
This is a special time at camp. Over the course of the final days of camp, we all partake in quite a roller coaster of emotions and experiences. We will move from bawdy, frenzied silliness, to prideful moments celebrating individual achievements, to melancholy, pensive reflection.
Last night, we were visited by the chief of the Yo-Yo Islands, Chief A.K. Agikamik. The chief was a roommate of Muggs Lorber at Indiana University in the 1920’s, and he has magnanimously maintained ties with Nebagamon ever since. It is always quite a treat when legitimate (or illegitimate) royalty comes to grace us. The chief always likes to hear about the outrageous happenings at camp throughout the summer. And…outrageous it was! Ask your kids about it. Actually, come to think of it, PLEASE DON’T ask your kids about it!!! Words cannot do it justice…And once again proving the Camp Nebagamon special talent for shifting seamlessly from the outrageous to the sentimental, we followed up our visit with A.K. with a slideshow documenting the entire second session. The pairing of music and beautiful images is always a can’t miss, and virtually everyone was emotionally affected by the presentation.
This morning, we all shared our final Sunday Service. Unlike most Sunday Services which are written and entirely presented by an individual (and delivered on Sundays!), the final Sunday Service is a group effort. I remind the Camp Family that just four or eight weeks ago we each arrived at camp toting a book called The Summer of 2021. In each of our cases, these books were completely blank. Over the course of the summer, each of our books has been written by our own hands, and by the hands of so many others. During this Sunday Service, together as a camp family, we examine some of the contents of our books. This morning we explored the many chapters of this book: the moments during the summer that made us laugh hardest, our favorite meals, our favorite moments in nature, and the moments that made each of us most proud. Everyone was eager to share their thoughts. It was a great hour of reflection for all of us, and really crystallized each of our summers as we prepare to write the final few pages of our books.
Tonight will be our final talent show, the Follies. Many of the boys have saved their best acts for this final show, and it is always a wonderful combination of genuine talent, absurd comedy, and plain old fun. After the talent show, we will share one final extended sing along. We will sing all of our loud and raucous favorites. This is always fun and is also always different from other sing-alongs. The Council Fire Ring will be louder, more intense, and even more alive than normal during our singing. If you have read my descriptions about the post talent show singing in the past, you may be wondering if it is even possible to have the singing be more intense than usual, but experience tells me that, without a doubt, it will be. There is always an urgency and almost reckless quality to the singing during the final Follies. EVERYONE puts all of their energy into the songs. You certainly get the sense that, for some of the folks out there, there is an understanding that this is indeed the last time that they will be singing these songs together for quite some time. For our oldest campers, it is clear that they understand that this might be the last time that they ever get a chance to put aside their inhibitions and sing profoundly childish songs with their best friends on the planet…and they will doubtless make the most of it. The Follies will be wrapped up by singing three special camp songs that have been sung at the conclusion of talent shows for years. The boys will stand up, remove their hats, throw their arms over each other’s shoulders, and sing beautifully.
Tomorrow will be packing day….YUCK! The boys will throw together all of their belongings (well…hopefully all of them) for their trips home. It is always a tough day. Emotions runs high and no one really enjoys it….enough said.
The afternoon will be dedicated to our final awards ceremony. Boys will be recognized for all sorts of accomplishments. Some awards will go to athletes, some to artists, some to wilderness tripping aficionados, some to excellent naturalists, some to accomplished sailors…and the list goes on…and on…and on (yes, it is a LONG Awards Ceremony!). This event has a terrific message about what really matters at camp. That message is that everything matters. You are as celebrated here for hitting a home run as you are for knowing how to make home fries. You are as vaunted here for throwing a football skillfully as you are for throwing a pot skillfully. You are as acknowledged here for finding your jump shot as you are for finding your way through an orienteering course.
And then, tomorrow night will be the final Council Fire…the Tenth Grade Council Fire. Without a doubt, it is a night that has been lurking in the backs of the minds of our oldest boys throughout the summer. No, in truth, I think that most campers that have ever been at camp for one of these Final Night Council Fires have been, at least in some way, thinking about the night that looms for them in their final few hours of camperhood. For the tenth graders, their keen understanding of the fact that their camper years are over, fills them with a need to communicate their feelings to the rest of camp. It becomes very important to them to make SOME attempt to share with the rest of the camp family what this experience has meant to them and how the younger campers should relish their time here. The resounding message every year is that it goes too quickly…way too quickly. They are right. Year in and year out, they are right…it goes way too quickly. Needless to say, it is a huge deal for these boys.
Tomorrow night will also be rife with emotion. Dry eyes will be the exception, no doubt about it. I always make a point of telling everyone on this night that if they are feeling sad and struggling with the fact that they are leaving the next day, they have done it right. They are to be congratulated for their sadness. It means they came to camp and gave themselves to the experience. They let people in, found new brothers, and connected. They should be sad. We all should be.
Now to be clear, I am a person that avoids tear-jerker movies at all costs. I absolutely loathe the feeling that a sad film spawns in me. I don’t like to be sad…except for that one night a year when I welcome in sadness like an old friend. I enjoy it just this one night. I am looking forward to that sadness tomorrow night…because it will make it clear to me that I did it right.
Finally, this will be my last update of the summer. For those of you that have been readers of these updates throughout the summer….thank you. Thank you for having the patience to read through my wordy missives. Thank you for finding the time to stay connected to camp. And most of all, thanks to most of you for having the faith, trust and selflessness to share your children with us for the summer…particularly this summer. I know it was a bigger leap of faith than normal this year and I am so incredibly humbled by that trust. It has been a great summer thanks to each of those boys…and thanks to you.
Take good care of my boys during the off season…
All is well in the North Woods…