Ever since I was a kid this wall has guarded camp from the raging waters of the bay. I have sat on this wall so many times, dangling my feet over the side and looking out at the water. It's just a really beautiful spot. Years ago, I remember sitting on the wall with a fellow camper as she sobbed about the tragedy of her best friend's brain injury. One summer, a boy told me he liked me while standing on the wall (weird). My first summer working at camp I would sit on the wall and write letters to my boyfriend. On one particularly early morning I was writing a letter and a gust of wind stole my paper and threw it into the bay... I tried, to no avail, everything short of jumping in the shallow water to save my letter. For some reason I remember these things. Mostly, I just think it is a uniquely rugged and relatively dangerous wall and I love it. But it isn't really holding up as a wall should and camp is eroding away beneath it. So this large monster of a rig is fixing this erosion problem with a more sloping rock effect. Although a great improvement, it is kind of sad to see the wall go...
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It's eerie when pieces of childhood are removed before our eyes. Familiarity becomes just memories.
I know what you mean Tara. I used to sit on the wall too on nights when I would stay late after work. I would walk toward the water with lightning bugs shining in every little place and I would sit on the wall and look at the moon and dream, and heal. It was there I found a person I thought was lost. Let us hope that God still reaches those who come to those banks despite it's new appearance.
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