I totally miss the rush of going nuts in the kitchen, sneaking cheesecake out to those on patrol, getting caught in the fridge with fellow counsellors munching on brownies, sleeping in the tiny white cabin, star gazing, never cooking the porridge to the correct consistancy, waking up to misty sunrises and stillness, pranks, my buddy Shaun, Vesper point (left pic), the tuck closet, swimming after a hard day in the kitchen, never singing for my mail.... I miss that place for the people and having so many memories from 3 summers of slaving away in that kitchen. It's so strange to look back...camp was a good thing in my life and I won't forget it. Ah, memories!
(Dining hall/Kitchen)