Sorry I knew it was only a matter of time before my time management would mess up and my regular scheduled blog posting would just be screwed. But I’ll make up for it and come out with a new one today and Thursday.
Last week I picked up my sister from a summer camp that she had been at for three weeks participating in biking, canoeing, and hiking. The camp is called Merrowvista and is located in Ossipee NH. For years I traveled to this camp and went on many adventures with a group of 9 kids who I grew up with and still am in contact today. However instead of rambling for paragraphs about this camp, which I could, I instead will be talking about the final trip I went on called Voyageur.
Nah I didn’t play rugby. That photo of the group on the front page is my camp group but the rugbys take on a much greater meaning. But more on that in a bit. The voyageur trip is known as the 2nd to last trip (last for me since I hated hiking for the following year) where your group would be taking a ferry to Nova Scotia, Canada and bike along the coast for 14-16 days. Over the course of these two weeks our group traveled 538 miles along the lower peninsula and taking in the sites the province had to offer.
The Nova Scotian coast was beautiful but for once I was mostly focused on what the trip meant and that after 8 years of doing minor trips this trip had become somewhat of a right of passage. Now I’m sick of the “loss of innocence” crap english teachers repeat so thats not what I’m trying to say. But throughout the years of bonding with this group I’d learned so much about myself and the world around me that it was overwhelming to think that it was coming to an end.
I’m sure I’ll do another blog post in the future about the sights of the trip when I’m feeling nostalgic, but for now I just want to say that camp Merrowvista really was in a way my Hogwarts. Yeah thats a harry potter reference. Foreshadowing...
The rugbys themselves were given to us on the last night back in camp at what is called Grand Council. Grand Council is a ceremony where family and the community are brought together around a fire to share in what had happened in those three weeks. The rugby color’s are a surprise to the current voyageurs and are handed down by past voyageurs in the audience or by those at camp. The idea behind them is that no matter how far we travel, when we are brought together the lines of the rugbys connect symbolizing the bonds we had created. It sounds really cheesy but it couldn’t be more true.
I’ll admit standing up when they asked those who had been to the camp a decade made me feel very old. But seeing faces of my group now leaders of the younger campers made me proud to wear my old rugby. It also made me incredibly jealous of the 2011 Voyageurs as they received their rugby’s. (Even though the colors were so ugly)
So when I watched my sister at her council I just thought I can’t wait for the day she is waiting for me to pass down her rugby.