Yesterday was the last day of school for all of the Utah kids. For the next three months I will be living with backround noise that is comparable to a deafaning afternoon at Chuck E Cheese's. I'm not complaining (too much) I LOVE summer, and can appreciate the joy that these kids feel running from the last day of school. But the first morning of Summer Break is the first day that I get the old pit in the stomach that once was filled with Culver. For those of you who have NO idea what I'm talking about, this is the place that I spent every summer at for most of my life. I was a camper for six years, and a sailing instructor for three years. It is the place that I made some of my closest-lifelong friends, who I can almost guarantee, are currently experiencing the same longing that I am. I miss WATER! I miss being on the lake all day long, only to go late night swimming. I miss root beer floats with my dad, and long drives around the lake in the Wrangler. (Lets not even START on how much Summer makes me miss my Jeep). I miss waking up at 7, and riding my bike to work. I miss the silly tan line that my Tevas would leave on my feet after a long summer in the sun. Everyone always says "Culver gets in your blood." So true. I miss it dearly - but as much as I miss it, I wouldn't give up the fun I can have this summer with my husband, kids, and Stefanie. It's going to be a summer of kiddie pools, lunches, and porch swings. I'm excited. But to all of my Culver friends that follow this blog - just know that I miss you! Here are a few pictures for reminiscing.
This is the lake that I learned to sail on, and the builing where I taught it.
This was my favorite boat to teach the kids on:
But this was the coolest boat that we had: