After a lot of work and planning the last weeks of learning co-ops is finally over and summer "break" has started . We know this because we camp every Memorial Day weekend in Tappahannock .  We walk through the marsh on a long boardwalk listening to the bracken click against each other and watching the red wing blackbirds dance.

We swim, splash, laugh, wrestle, drink, eat and dig our feet in the sand. Our hair smells like smoke and our skin changes color.

We play rousing games of Big Bootie, drink, tell stories, listen to friends play the Ukulele and are awakened to a new camper playing classical guitar. Pure Joy. 

The children become a tribe. The dogs attempt to form a pack.

The sun and wind molded us and we knew we were alive.

Thank you River.

Thank you friends.