Camplore

I returned from a reunion of alumni of my Girl Scout camp several days ago. It was a grueling 11-hour drive across Texas to the southeast corner of New Mexico, but I wouldn’t have missed it. The annual meeting went without a hitch, the familiar faces were all happy, and precipitation has been kind to the Sacramento Mountains this spring. One evening was spent in the Lodge dancing, another at a campfire, then we were headed back to the Dallas/Ft. Worth metroplex. It amuses me to see how much fun my sons have at my old GS Camp, and I look forward to getting the place back in order to welcome all types of campers of all ages.