We have settled in to our camp by the lake spending our time carving paddles or spoons, practicing our paddling strokes, felting flowers and beads with wool from Chewonki’s farm, and learning how to navigate this place using a map and compass. We swim and go birding in the wee hours of the morning, and are off and running until dinner. Our days are bookended with singing. What could be better than this?
Except for the rain on Thursday, the weather has held for most of the time here, but even grey skies have not dampened our spirits.
Today we begin prepping for the yurt trips, and over the next few days each yurt group will be experiencing an overnight on the lake where they will set up camp, cookout over a fire, count the stars, and, perhaps, call in an owl or two.
As they set out on their adventures, we can see them working together in ways that suggest that we have become a community of young women and girls excited to discover ourselves, the world around us, and one another. Debsconeag Lake, Awake, Awake!