In the middle of winter, we were sitting around our apartment one night and Melissa turns to me and says, “I want to work at a camp this summer.” I’ve always loved camps. I went to camp just about every summer from the time I was 6 until I was 16 or so. Then I worked at camps. So I was more than happy to help look for one. Additionally, Melissa has to do an internship for her master’s degree. This seemed like a good way to kill a couple birds with one stone. She gets her credit, we get paid a little bit, we get to have a fun summer, and we get to save money.
We talked to a lot of camps, but in the end we settled on Camp Hebron in Halifax, Pennsylvania. Melissa has accepted a position as a camp pastor for the summer, and I’ll be working as a first aid consultant (basically, a camp nurse).