It’s Coming! It’s Headed Right For Us!

Name that movie. I’ll give you a hint: it was exclaimed by the great Philip Seymour Hoffman. If you guessed Capote, you’re… wrong. Regardless, camp is coming! I write this sitting at my desk in downtown Indianapolis on Friday afternoon before camp. This day couldn’t take any longer. In exactly 24 hours I will be driving through the hills of southern Indiana making my way through town after town, each one smaller than the last, until I reach the glorious gates of old Camp Rivervale. If you’re on staff, you will be journeying alongside me. If you’re a camper, you will be coming down Sunday, and we will be anxiously awaiting your arrival…

It's Coming! It's Headed Right For Us!

Name that movie. I’ll give you a hint: it was exclaimed by the great Philip Seymour Hoffman. If you guessed Capote, you’re… wrong. Regardless, camp is coming! I write this sitting at my desk in downtown Indianapolis on Friday afternoon before camp. This day couldn’t take any longer. In exactly 24 hours I will be driving through the hills of southern Indiana making my way through town after town, each one smaller than the last, until I reach the glorious gates of old Camp Rivervale. If you’re on staff, you will be journeying alongside me. If you’re a camper, you will be coming down Sunday, and we will be anxiously awaiting your arrival…