The day after the Women's March I decided I wasn't done with walking for that weekend, so I headed for State Park and the summer camp there. I think I've blogged about it before, but I couldn't find the post in my archives, so I'm gonna do it again. It was a beautiful day, sunny and in the fifties, so I took my time and moseyed around.
There's something ... lonely about a summer camp in the wintertime.
Usually the place is all locked up, but this time some doors were open, so I was able to get a look inside:
SOMEbody had a little too much time on their hands ...
Although I do love kid art.
I hope to God they're going to change those mattresses out before camp opens for the summer, although going by summer camps I attended as a kid, I kind of doubt it:
For now, all I can do is imagine what this place is like full of kids:
Don't worry, camp kids. Summer's coming.