A few years ago I had the opportunity to go back to my old elementary school to do a reading day with my niece. While I waited along with the other family members who were going to read with their young people, I was looking at the stairs to go to the second floor of the building. They seemed like short stairs, ones I could definitely take 2 at a time and possibly even 3 at a time.
When I come home from my (almost weekly) sunset viewing, sometimes I take a longer way home. This way takes me by the space my former Girl Scout day camp, Camp Foster, used to be at.
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| Camp Foster as it is today (5/29/2022) |
The picture I share is the lake we used to swim in until it was deemed no longer safe due to something in the water.
But what amazes me is that I drive by the space and I still see some of the structures up that were there before. They may have been renovated or refitted. But I look at the space and feel like the camp is much smaller than it was when I was a camper and a counselor there.
I see where the lake is and remember approximately where two sites were in relation to the lake. And I feel like either the space shrunk or maybe it just seemed a bit bigger when I was much younger.
I would love to be able to get in there and walk the grounds once again. But I haven't quite figured out how to go about doing that.
So I continue to just drive by, take pictures every once and awhile, and look at the space wondering if I really was so unaware of the space while I spent many years there. Or if it just looks different with all the trees cut down and the area more like an open park than a camp site.
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