I’m honored to have, daily, a view of the most various imaginable scenes at Frost Valley. Yes, it’s an honor to see all this. Early morning beauty and quiet, gives way to hilarious crazy noise of breakfast in the dining hall, exciting chats with counselors in training in the midst of their greatest challenge (a rigorous six-day hike), and the paradise of a farm in the midst of it all. I’m blessed to have two months of such days each summer. But here are a few takes from one of those days.

Early morning run down the road. There’s Chuck White Pond, and the sun comes up and out at just the right moment and angle to create a sudden foggy realization: that I think about the late Chuck White a lot, and certainly I did when I snapped this photo.

A little further down the road, still before 7 AM, this little guy had some reluctant feelings about my being up so early in his space by the lake:

At breakfast, I hung out with Pokey-Totem. Did calisthenics (do they still call it that? – you know, jumping jacks and so forth) with some of the boys, whereupon the girls came running over and wanted a photo, joined by two of their counselors and one of their directors:

Off to the Frost Valley Farm, an especially utopian spot in camp. Love it there. We played a nutso game of Geronimo in the field and then I joined them for lunch. Every item on my plate was raised/grown/harvested there at the Farm. Amazing. And so yummy.

I ran into Dexter, one of the older campers at the Farm. Asked him why he keeps coming back, and why the Farm in particular. “It’s my happy place,” he told me. Here’s Dexter:

I walked to my car after my farm lunch and there, there, there were a group of CITs, hiking through the East Valley (along the east branch of the Neversink River, where the Farm and East Valley Ranch [EVR] are situated) on their way back across toward “main camp” over Wildcat. They were a day short of completing their six-day hike. They were smelly. And exhausted. And thirsty (they’d run low on water and were happy to fill up in the farm kitchen). But they were also proud and wanted to pose for a photo. This one:

Back to main camp. The fabulous smile of Isabel, a long-time camper now in Tacoma. And a meal with Tim and Kat, our MAC directors — talented, thoughtful, smart, both long- long- long-time FV people.

Long day. Many many steps taken (figuratively but also literally: ask my Garmin sports watch). But not so busy that I couldn’t stop to admire the end of the day at the quiet waterfront while everyone else was at dinner.

See you tomorrow, FV people. Let’s do this 60 times or so.