Today I packed our possessions into the back of the pickup truck, emptying them from the basement of the camp house. As I carried the last things out I finally felt that the camp is no longer mine.
Seeing the upstairs of the house totally gutted (including the completed girl’s bedroom and framed bathroom) when we arrived in town yesterday gave me clear sense that someone else has a sense of ownership of the camp now – which is a good thing. I could be bent out of shape that one of my projects is undone but I have to remember the big picture. I came here in hopes getting the camp into new hands who would take hold and move it forward – and that’s what’s happening. Besides, I would have done the same thing but didn’t only for lack of money and manpower. Now it’s being done the way I wanted to do it because the resources I didn’t have are showing up – as soon as I stepped out of the way: another green light.