Just Campy

Hello! The Frees are finally home, though we leave again next Wednesday? for a few days to Golden, Colorado. Yeah. That should be really nice. It looks to be a pretty place.

Last week was camp. I think the boys are recovering. Here's Ranne and me over breakfast. Again, on this trip, we ate too much.
Can you already hear Ranne saying, "Ah, Mom..." when you see this photo?


Scott's afternoon time for study prep.


Here is Curtis Burnett, our camp director for High School session.


Some of our favorite people, the McCalls, who come over from AZ to teach.


Donna O'Rear? here, Tony Lewis' sister. Her hubby is wearing the blue jacket in the picture above.


One of the kids' activities is pictured below. They had to get the song book without touching the ground between the tape in front of the crowd and the book. After that is a picture of Ranne conversing with Zach Lane (he was a counselor, comes to the CSC some), son of Walter Lane, son of some Lanes the Frees have known.


Precious boys hanging around outside the mess hall as Dad does his studies.


Here are some of our camp staff. The woman in the green apron was in charge of canteen with another lady. They were both sited at Kangaroo Court for loosing their canteen cheer. Very funny. This is after that charge, so she's hamming it up with the campers who are getting their food.


Crazy story about the Wednesday during camp week. The evening worship time happened with the boys, but we took them off to bed before the 'festivities' of Kangaroo Court began. The KCourt is just a time for campers and staff to bring up charges against one another in a silly way. The weather that night was getting quite stormy feeling. There had been serious thunderstorms daily, so it wasn't a surprise. We tucked the boys into bed in a cabin that was furthest from all the activity. It was on the top of a hill at the end of a road that ran alongside the staff cabins. As you look down from the door, you can see the pavilion way down the hill. Scott told Ranne, "Don't worry about the thunder. Just think about how strong God is when you hear it." I told him, "It's going to get rowdy in the pavilion. Everyone's just being silly, so don't let the noise worry you." We left them to their sleep after a little while and went back down. After 20-minutes or so of Court and loud thunder, I looked across the pavilion to see Ranne watching the event in his t-shirt and shorts--no shoes. It had just started raining and was cold, but there he was totally absorbed in what he was watching. He hadn't even come to look for us. Scott took him back to the cabin.

The next morning, we looked at his feet and they were all scratched up. As I walked him to the bathroom he said, "Mama, where were you? Did you hear me calling you last night? I was going down and the thunder scared me and I called for you but you didn't come." UG. That made me feel so sad and terrible! I guess it was too dark to see the cabin after he left so he was frightened; all he could do was go toward the light. The pavilion was at the bottom of that hill, all aglow, so he just kept walking down. Poor little man! Terrible, bad Mama. He seemed thrilled by it.

Last day: Scott and I took the boys to the creek to play.


Can you see Toby's excitement? This is his usual reaction to new things. I thought he'd be kamikaze kid, but that's apparently not the case.



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