Camp Dreamtree

 

Over, under, over, under, around, around, around. Over, under, over, under, around, around, around. That's what they said by the campfire with the soot, way back when, turning two sticks and long colorful strands of yarn into a God's Eye. But I never saw it - the eye of God - in my mismashed attempt at being crafty. Never got the kumbaya camp revelation, the let's-come-back-next-year-as-a-counselor urge, the need to ever again make another craft. Maybe if I could see. Over, under, over, under, around, around, around. See? You'll see it. The God's Eye.
But all I ever saw was soot.

 

 

There wasn't a speck of soot at Camp Dreamtree tonight - just lots of fun, creative people telling old camp stories around the fire.

Camp Dreamtree