As I sit to write this I am getting teary eyed... I am waiting at the pool for my daughter Ainsley to finish one of her mandatory bronze med courses so she can return to camp as a CIT. They are celebration of life tears.
Camp Ouareau has been a huge part of my life since I was eleven years old and thanks to Ainsley's love of Ouareau I am able to still spend part of my summer at camp with friends that I had at camp, and watch our daughters grow ... She is the third generation of Doig girls to enjoy camp. My Mum attended and my sister Lyndsay and I spent many happy summers there.
The smell of the lodge stirs a flood of warm memories - opening ceremonies, closing ceremonies, Sunday evening program, those silent hills, Bymph stories and skit night.
I love the traditions but I appreciate how camp has kept up with the times.
I find myself often telling someone that most of my dearest friends I met at Camp Ouareau. We live all over the world but are still close. The friendships you make at camp are true. There is no returning to mum and dad at days end. You must learn to solve problems and care for one another.
I learned archery at camp and still love it. I learned to do a Bymph dive, I spent many happy hours in the craft shop, I slept at the Glen, I acted in plays, I wore a pringle, I ate Sunday buns - lots of them! - I loved Camp Ouareau, and I still do. I love, too, that our dear friends now own the camp.
I love that friends that I had at camp now have daughters at camp and that our daughters are friends and love it as much as we did.
I am so glad that I had a girl!