Rain and summer camps

The morning after a rainy night, the lake is high, and the walks are flooded at Lake Tomahawk.

And it's summer camp time.  These are just a small sampling of the camps which visit to play along the edge, cast little fishing lines in the lake, and splash in the swimming pool.

I'm sure the children enjoy this outing.  If I remember my summer camps, my favorite part was the arts & crafts class.  But that's because I hadn't learned to swim yet.  Oh yes, and we didn't have a swimming pool available either.  Hot.  That's what St. Louis summers were in my memory before airconditioning.

I stepped into this lively chase and told the little girl "that's not nice, to chase a poor defenseless duck."  She quit, at least while I was around.  But since I walk there daily, I see her again and again.  She's watching me now too.

Did you go to summer camp?