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When the new lid weights still can’t keep the raccoons out of the trash cans.

When The New Lid Weights Still Can’t Keep The Raccoons Out Of The Trash Cans.

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Want a Camp Job?

Come work at Camp Sealth in Washington State!

Need a good reason? Here’s 8: https://campfireseattle.org/blog/top-8-reasons-to-work-at-camp-sealth/

If you want more info contact me or Alex (tell him “Texas” sent ya)

Want A Camp Job?

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You Guys! We Are A Family Of Camp Memory Hoarders! My Grandma Saved This Paperwork From When My Mom Went
You Guys! We Are A Family Of Camp Memory Hoarders! My Grandma Saved This Paperwork From When My Mom Went
You Guys! We Are A Family Of Camp Memory Hoarders! My Grandma Saved This Paperwork From When My Mom Went

You guys! We are a family of camp memory hoarders! My grandma saved this paperwork from when my mom went to Camp Moran in 1981!


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I Cannot Wait To Be Back Here! 125 Days Until Washington, 127 Days Until Camp!
I Cannot Wait To Be Back Here! 125 Days Until Washington, 127 Days Until Camp!
I Cannot Wait To Be Back Here! 125 Days Until Washington, 127 Days Until Camp!
I Cannot Wait To Be Back Here! 125 Days Until Washington, 127 Days Until Camp!
I Cannot Wait To Be Back Here! 125 Days Until Washington, 127 Days Until Camp!

I cannot wait to be back here! 125 days until Washington, 127 days until Camp!


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Transition from Camp to… the Real World?

I am honestly having a rough time transitioning from camp life to daily life. I lived and worked at camp from June through October and I find myself comparing life to camp. I went to wash the dishes: no Hobart, no closed toed shoes, no apron, and no shenanigans to the sound of Green Day or P!ATD. The TV in Shutanka usually had some sort of weird movie, a nature something, or a cartoon of some sort: the news is seriously depressing. Being myself with my coworkers and friends versus being "myself" with my family is strange. I miss campfires, late DnD sessions, and walking down the trail of happy feet just to get to my bed. I miss the crunch of gravel under my feet, the sound of the waves crashing on the bulkhead, and the still, cold mornings followed by breezey afternoons. But, here I am. I stayed with my sister about 30 minutes from camp for a few days, then I flew to California to stay with my Abuela, and in a little over a week I will fly back to Texas for Thanksgiving and Christmas.

Don't get me wrong, I love being with my extended family in Cali and I am definitely excited to be seeing my mom and brothers in the near future and I am stoked to hold my dog again. But I also cannot wait to go back to my island home at camp. I am having camp withdrawals and it's pretty rough.

Transition From Camp To… The Real World?

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