And by friends, I mean my branch. Because they are my friends, and I love it. We drove about 2 hours up to Camp Liahona on a weekend at the end of June. It's amazing how I never think about needing to get out of the city for a minute, until I get out of the city for a minute. Then, as much as I love NYC, I wonder why I don't get out more often. We had an impromptu dance party, complete with glow sticks that were bought for no particular reason, but made everything THAT MUCH BETTER. A camp fire and smore's of course. A hike the next day, and canoeing, and lunch with the greatest discovery of the day: smore's on a croissant. It was a game changer, I'm not going to lie.
The camp-out was a total success. I looked around me as we were all sitting around the fire on Friday night, and felt so content and at home with all these people that I have grown to love so much in the last year. My branch is special. It really is, in the best way.
|Just a sensible dance party after the barbecue.|
|Jason, Brook, David, Hillary|
|Kristin, President Comstock, Maria, Amy, Julie|
|Kristin and Chad|
|Angelique, Brook, Kristin|
|This lake. Early in the morning. Amazing.|
|Cindy, Hillary, Amy, Ned, and...a girl I had never met. Sorry.|
Ned was clearly loving being with the ladies on our hike. He had us all to himself...
|You know, just some people I like on a little hike.|
|Ty sporting his tic-prevention camping chic. It was good.|
|Brook and me. I really like us.|
One of these days I will retire that hat, since I've had it for so long. But the day is not today.