We left for camp an hour later than we had planned on Monday morning but we arrived safely and we weren't late. I met the beautiful girls in my cabin and handed out all the extra supplies I was told I wasn't going to need but did. Two girls (sisters) forgot their entire toiletry bag. I must have been inspired to pack exactly 2 extra toothbrushes and full size shampoo and conditioner!
There were fun camp songs, skits and ditties. By 10pm I was exhausted. Just as I was falling asleep that night I was startled awake by what I thought was a mountain lion. Turns out someone in our cabin snores...loudly!
Tuesday morning was spent at the tide pools. Tuesday afternoon I took a short nap and then chatted with my co-cabin mom until the Camp Director came in with her phone and a message to call home. I knew what the call would be about, and I was right. I didn't get my 1-2 weeks. I got two days. Grandma Vincent had passed away. While I knew it was coming and it shouldn't have been a shock, it was. Somehow I knew months in advance that she would pass while I was away at camp. I think it was the Holy Ghost telling me "don't go to camp or be prepared to leave early." But I didn't listen. I went. I wasn't really prepared to come home early, but I did.
The women at camp were amazing. Those who I chose to tell or were near by when I found out, jumped in to replace me in the cabin, help me pack my things and get everything squared away. I asked them not to tell the girls why I was leaving. I didn't mind them knowing, but number 1, I didn't want to be a downer on their camp experience, and number 2, I couldn't handle 100 young women and girls hugging me and telling me they were sorry.
I didn't sleep too well that night. And on Wednesday morning after breakfast, I drove the 4 hours home.