Several summers ago, my then nine-year old son Dawson and I spent the weekend with eight dads and sons from our church at Camp McCall, a boys’ camp in South Carolina. This trip marked my fourteenth trip. I attended seven times as a camper in the 1980s and have returned seven times as a dad for their father-son camps.
By the seventh time, the experience feels routine. The schedule, activities, games, songs, and yes, long hikes uphill stay consistent from year to year. We always sing “Father Abraham” at the mission’s time. The post-canteen night schedule consists of campfire one night and night games in the gym the other. I can finish most of the jokes that are retold.
You can read my entire article here at The Lancaster News.
Or you can see it here on my blog - with more pictures! :)
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