Positivity Amid the Pandemic
I arrived at camp very late a few evenings ago. Exhausted, I quickly moved in some gear and crashed for the night. The next morning, strong mixed feelings set in. It was a beautiful day—misting, then turning sunny; loons calling from the Kawishiwi River; and some friendly, familiar faces in the Mess Hall. But something was definitely off: First, there were quirky—but justified—COVID-19 pandemic precautionary rules and protocols in place, such as “No Handshakes or Hugs,” “No Handling the Coffee Carafe,” etc. But more striking was that no campers were around—no stirrings from the cabins, no voices coming down the...