A couple of days ago, I went with some of the staff to a little hideaway place called Stony Creek. What a spectacular place! At a juncture of two streams and waterfalls, the stone was smooth enough to slide down. After enjoying our sack lunches, we slid down over the waterfalls and into the water below. Apparently, if you're in your birthday suit, you can slide a little easier and faster. Needless to say, I felt no need for speed...

Hiking to Stony Creek. The edge of a waterfall.

Lunch in the sun.

"Is that a naked Neanderthal man in the background?" Tony asks.

Jason takes a slide. Don't hurt your eyes looking...

Hmm. A bit serious.
Last night was the closing campfire. It was touching to see and hear the voices of the campers and staff as they went around sharing their stories or comments from the past week. At one point, a little boy broke out in tears and tried to express his feelings. He said he always felt like he was a "bad kid" for being a diabetic, but at camp, he discovered that he was OK. At Bearskin Meadow Camp, he had found family - people who understood, accepted him for who he was. Even his mom, who had always thought he was managing well, was surprised. I'll never forget the tears they shed. Nor mine as well.

I am home now.