My mom’s side of the family has a camp on a pond in Vermont that I’ve been going to my whole life. I hadn’t been in 3 years and Adam in 4; which doing the math means Sloane has never been. I was very excited to go see my family and spend time at camp this summer. Side note- Jesse and I decided to call it Camp Echo Rock when we were kids after seeing a camp episode of Sesame Street. I am pretty sure no other Straws call it that!
Sloane loved camp life, even though she couldn’t stay awake late enough for camp fires. She marched right into the water when we got there. She really has no fear of the water. Mostly we hung out, which in Sloane terms is drawing, playing with babies, and pretending with felt food. The cutest new words and phrase that came out of the trip are ‘oh boy’ and ‘Yia-ya’ for Lida.
We spent the first and last night in Wilton at G and Pa’s house. This included the requisite lobster dinner, blueberry picking, and Sloane pooping in the garden.
