A New Era

The Board of Trustees taking a secret ballot over who should go polar bearing at -20 wind chill. No one offered themselves as tribute.

The Board of Trustees taking a secret ballot over who should go polar bearing at -20 wind chill. No one offered themselves as tribute.

Josey tells me I have to start “blogging” so here I go. Perhaps it's a sign of the times. The era of just putting out a brochure and having camp fill up with campers has been over for a long while. Now I guess I’m supposed to write something witty or pithy between summer seasons…

But a number of things happened this last weekend that are worth writing about:

  • the Board of Trustees began the process of reshaping itself to better care for this ministry which is so important to so many. A weekend retreat found them reassessing how we care for staff, provide resources for the camp, and what the philosophy or our pricing structures should be.

  • We got walloped with a big snowstorm and some record setting cold. Cold and snow are not unusual, but one retreat group got stranded for an extra day in Troost Lodge because of the weather.

  • We had a “super blood wolf moon lunar eclipse”. How cool is that? If you could stand the -20 temperatures you would have really enjoyed watching it from the Meadows.

But the most important thing that happened last weekend was the arrival of the Zegstroo family. Harv, Marty, Wyatt, Adelin, Aubrey, Flint, and Teddy the golden-doodle dog arrived amidst the meeting and cold and snow and found they were “home:” not in the figurative way that many refer to Fowler, but in the real earthy way of being the place where you put your stuff down. Harv and the clan are home.

And a new era begins. We are excited for the hope of telling the stories 10 years from now of how it all began. And we are grateful for the people who come into our lives who become friends, comrades, and family.

Make sure you reach out a hand to greet the Zegstroos next time you’re up and share your story of how you became part of this ongoing tale we call “Camp Fowler.”

Kent Busmanwords from kent