My Fall Campout, as usual, was undoubtedly a success. No one managed to get sick (although I can’t say the same for other groups), no one was mortally injured, and we seemed to have the right amount of food to satiate the rest of the group. On multiple occasions during the three days, I found myself reflecting back on past Campouts and the fact that this was my very last one. The concept was honestly a little hard to grasp; I guess I never really thought I’d get to this point. I remember my very first Fall Campout in seventh grade (my sixth-grade campout was canceled due to raging fires) with Mike Wade and Ben Petit. Mike’s well-intended jokes and satire flew clear over my head and I was terrified of the seemingly grouchy, strikingly tall man. Knowing Mike now, I look back and laugh at my poorly-induced impression; I was probably just overwhelmed. Now, as a senior, I sympathize with the younger middle schoolers and try to make them as comfortable and welcome as possible because I know that’s what I would’ve wanted my seniors to do for me. Throughout my Community School career, I summited Norton Peak three times, the last one being this most recent Campout. As I stood at the top, rereading my past summit notebook entries, I was hit with another wave of nostalgia; I’ll never be able to venture into the wilderness with my teachers and schoolmates again. However, instead of making the fact a sad one, I chose to use it as a reminder to really make the most out of my last year here and take advantage of the unique opportunities I’m offered. Fall Campout is a tradition you won’t find at another school and I’m reminded of how lucky I am to experience it every time I venture out into the mountains.
Written by Laine Allison ‘20