Jamie Cashin (jamie@HAGAR.UDC.NEWEAST.CA)
Mon, 26 Sep 1994 13:18:28 -0230
This weekend I went to a place called Camp Nor'West. It's a place that
was correctly described to me by our outgoing Provincial Commissioner as
"A little Piece of Heaven"
What a place! It's so far in from the Highway that you can't hear any
cars. You hear no planes. You hear only the animals and insects and
the wind; all of which can be spooky at night, but still very satisfying!
It's got trails going all over the place.. they connect these huts which
house picnic tables. Each hut has small cleared areas around them, with
the tree canopy retained. Perfect for three or four tents in each
cul-de-sac shaped area.. and there are two or three of these areas per
hut. There's lots of these huts too. Then there's cabins.. seems to be
all over the place. Theres one with no windows.. just a roof and benches,
and in the middle is a fire pit. What a GREAT place to go when it's
raining and cook a tinfoil lunch, as I found out.
I was invited to go there by my best friend, Jeff, who lives too far away,
four hours drive to be exact. We've been friends since we were 11 or 12
and I am 29 now, and I know we'll always be friends. It's one of those
friendships you can just pick up at any point, and it's like it was only
yesterday since you last spoke. A brotherly kind of bond exists between
us always. He had planned for himself and two other scouters and 8 scouts
to attend. Two scouters backed out near the last minute due to work
committments. Jeff invited me along and I happily accepted. By the time
I arrived Friday evening (a three hour drive) the sun had just gone down,
and we were down to 5 scouts. One of the group committee members used to
be a scouter, so he joined us, bringing our total to 8.
8 people had the run of the place!
We had water fights, we explored, we climbed a "mountain". We talked
about satellites in the sky.. argued about the name of the sun, whether
or not it was a star.. and scared ourselves silly as we told ghost
stories around a camp fire and discussed the full moon and the origin of
the word lunatic. We forgot all our troubles and laughed alot.
It was sunny all saturday.. and despite the 50 degree F (or less!)
temperature of the water, we went for a swim (or in my case, a wade).
We found a raft, and had lots of fun as each of us tryed to stay on,
while at the same time ensuring no one else could. By Saturday
afternoon I was having so much fun.. I said to Jeff with a touch of
sadness "I wish I was eleven years old". He said "But you can be.
This is what we are here for this weekend.. to have fun, and to
occasionally be eleven for a while."
He was right. Sunday afternoon came.. and for the first time in
oh-so-long I can't remember, I didn't want to go home.
Terry Howerton Sakima Group, Inc. SCOUTER Magazine Kansas City