Means To An End

Means To An End

  Pardon me while I ramble, but that is the nature of a blog. We’ve been in the daily grind for a while, and it seems we are just coming up for air. We lift our head out the the foxhole as if to ask, are the people still coming? Indeed they are, but no longer in...
The Scent of Rain

The Scent of Rain

Ah spring. With spring, comes the budding of new life. The staff returns to the deck to eat meals in the great outdoors, the green leaves bud on the great weeping willow trees. I’ve shared before the seasons of camp, how they tie into the literal seasons, and...