PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala
This time was more somber than usual.
They did the same things, of course. The flag ceremony. Dutch oven cooking. Archery.
But then there were the “lasts.” Last trip to the stables to say goodbye to the horses. Last hike around the lake. Last trip to the outdoor chapel. Last campfire.
The girls gathered around the flames and reminisced about past trips. They laughed. And cried a little, too.
After the fire died out and cooled, they scooped the ashes into little jars. One last tangible souvenir of this magic place.
Their hearts would hold the memories for a lifetime.
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Author’s note: So, this isn’t actually fiction. This is about a recent farewell trip to our nearest Girl Scout camp which was just closed and sold. I went there as a 12 year-old back in the 80s, my first week-long sleep-away camping trip. I’ve been taking my two girls’ troops there twice a year for years. My older troop has been there so many times and actually bridged to senior scouts there in that gorgeous outdoor chapel. That place holds so many memories. I’ve watched the girls grow and try new things there. They’ve gained confidence. They have bonded. Getting children into nature and getting them away from screens is so vital. And they thrive in that environment. The sale of the camp has been a months-long battle between us troop leaders and our council board. But in the end, it was all about money and not about our girls. I hate it and I’ve shed many tears over it… but in the end, we will move on and find new experiences for our girls. They deserve that.