I’m going to get to spend a few days this year at a place I went to every summer for awhile. It’s very possible if I were to make an accurate accounting of time, I would have spent no more than 2 months total in my lifetime. But it holds a dear place in my heart.
Camp Blue Haven has been a gem among the Sangre de Cristo mountains in New Mexico for more than half a century. It is a Christian camp that has hosted thousands over its lifetime. There are experiences I had there that I could have had at any summer camp I went to.
But this one holds some nostalgia for me. I made friends among the staff, counselors, teachers, and campers that I encountered there. To this day, even if I haven’t stayed in contact with some of them, that connection from CBH is enough to strike up a conversation.
There’s also the camp traditions with the songs and the events. They were memorable not because you did them, but because you did them every year.
I’m pretty sure when I stopped going to camp, I told my parents I didn’t want to go any more. As a teenager, that may have been true. But now, I can’t wait to go back.
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