Back from Girl Scout Camp!

We dropped Charlotte off at Camp Sacajawea last Sunday. She went by herself, and she was placed in Cabin 2. Char chose the "Ooey Gooey" camp experience, so she was gonna get dirty.

We were early enough that Charlotte had her pick of the bunks. She's always wanted to sleep on the top of a bunk bed, so this was an obvious choice.

She wasn't exactly alone. Pinky came, too.

The scouts were not allowed to bring any electronics, and the camp would only call if there was a grave problem. Char's only way of comunication with us was through postcards.

We picked her up on Friday.

She came home with a bag full of dirty clothes and new tricks. On the way home, she shared new stories, knock-knock jokes, campfire songs, and clapping games. Her voice was hoarse from shouting with her friends.

In short, she had a blast.

Her belongings were packed when we arrived, and she had no problem carrying her own stuff to the car. It felt like someone had pressed the time fast-forward button a few months ahead. She seemed more mature. When Char ran back to Cabin 2 to look for a letter she had forgotten, I said to Daphne, "She seem so much older."

"I know," Daphne replied.

Girl Scout Camp - it can change a person.