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We spent Shavuot in Waynesboro PA, at Capital Camps and Retreat Center, courtesy of the DC Minyan, who were having a Retreat there over the festival. It was very nice; the first night of the festival was an all-night learning jolly, and I managed to be reasonably coherent despite being on at 1am. I also met an LJ acquaintance, completely by chance, and talked to some interesting people.
There were some very lovely peaches. I haven't had a good peach for several years, they're nearly always picked before they're ripe, and then they rot before they ripen, or else are horribly stringy with no taste - but this one was delicious. I was very happy indeed about that.
Being a camp, there were lots of woods and things. We went for a nice walk in the woods, and found a merrily trinkling brook, and we paddled. (Upon relating this to one of the minyan people, they thought I meant in a canoe, so if you thought I meant in a canoe: we went wading. You see wading implies up to the waist, in my world. Paddling is what you do when you roll your trousers up.)
There were some very lovely peaches. I haven't had a good peach for several years, they're nearly always picked before they're ripe, and then they rot before they ripen, or else are horribly stringy with no taste - but this one was delicious. I was very happy indeed about that.
Being a camp, there were lots of woods and things. We went for a nice walk in the woods, and found a merrily trinkling brook, and we paddled. (Upon relating this to one of the minyan people, they thought I meant in a canoe, so if you thought I meant in a canoe: we went wading. You see wading implies up to the waist, in my world. Paddling is what you do when you roll your trousers up.)
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