Home.

As I hear the sound of the rocks grinding from the first step I take, the dam breaks, and a flood of memories come back. This rush of emotion surges through the chevra, and we are aware new memories are there, just waiting to be experienced.

Two days we’ve been here at our little home on Tilton Lake Road. Two days filled with lots of hard work. As a camper you never really realize or appreciate all that the staff do in order to get this camp up and running.

Two days and all the tents are up. The docks are in. The water trampoline has been inflated and is waiting for eager campers. The new Moadon is beautiful, it sits anxiously awaiting those Friday night jams. The new chef, Nick, works with his incredible kitchen staff and they have served us amazing meals. The first years have received their avodahs, and the sun is shining!

There’s a familiar buzz in the air. A nice mixture of sounds, the pounding of a tent peg into the hard rocky ground, the beat of a good song playing through the loud speakers, and faint laughter heard from all the staff.

It feels good to be back home.