Going home

... And now... it's time to go home....

The girls took me to Boston...

Said quick goodbyes, and jumped out with my luggage.

At Boston Logan Airport

Goodbyes suck.

6 hours later....

A friend posted later that leaving is not the hardest part... it is the memories of moments that continually pop up after.  In all the trips that I have been on, this has been so true, and coming home is like coming down from an exhilarating high.... Reality is slow and your home has continued on, without any consideration for all that you just experienced.  

I have never gotten so close to a group of people so quickly in my life.  I had so many wonderful experiences this summer, I am sure that I will be retelling great memories for a long while.

Camp: West Coast to East Coast

Found a moose toy from last year, so I decided to take him with me.  

Here we are in Santa Ana, CA at the John Wayne Airport.

Just waiting....

And here we are having a drink in the Dallas Fort Worth Airport.  Tejas.

And here, we caught the score to the Kings game, then ran to our next stop at Chicago O'Hare Airport.

Then finally, here we are in Boston, at 1am Eastern Time.... Just waiting for my bags, and praying they all made it through.  

Orford, NH: The Camp

Camp Moosilauke, Orford, New Hampshire

The camp has been around since 1904, is an all boys camp, and caters to a higher end population.  Its an old-school, camp...