One more week, one more week, one more week...

Hi eberyone,
You'll hab to excube be, I hab a colb. But besibes dat, I hab wonderbul news:

I just saved a bunch of money by switching my car insurance to Geico!
*pause for effect*
Ok,so not really! :-) The true wonderful news is that:

WE'VE GOT ONE WEEK LEFT! One week to scramble to pack, one more week to wait on pins and needles, one more week to think up all the fun things you want to do at camp, one more week to - um, I think you get the picture. :-)
Aren't you looking forward to that windy road through the mountains? The smell of Tillamook dairy farms that hits you after come out of the woods; counting blue herons as you pass the swamps; feeling the crunch of gravel under the tires as you pull into the camp and then looking about expectantly for familiar faces?

I've copied a poem that Esther Prentice wrote and was in the countdown a few years ago. I thought it quite apropos to send it through again.

Family Camp Through The Eyes Of A Newcomer
By Esther Prentice

I first arrive at the gravel drive
Thankful that the long trip I survived.
It strikes me as a quiet place
With here and there a friendly face.
And shining out like cheerful beacons
Are the people I recognize as the deacons.
We walk down the road and my cabin they show me
It's a trifle cold , but on the whole homey.
An hour later it's time for the meal
An organized and tasteful deal.
The fresh baked food is just delicious
Though the iced tea tastes a little suspicious.
I fill out the card with a mere suggestion
That " lemonade is much better for digestion".
And a day passes by so quickly it seems
With days of peace and nights filled with sweet dreams.
Before I know , it's time to go home...........
I have made lots of friends that now I hold dear
Yes, I think I'll come back next year.


7 DAYS UNTIL CAMP!!
Rachel :-)