Harper couldn't say that she enjoyed the exploding sing along all the way to camp, though she couldn't say that she hated it either -- rather, she was far too excited about going to camp to think long on anything else. All the way there, her imagination was busy at work concocting schedules, then scribbling them out, then remaking them, all without knowing what exactly would be offered anyway. She recalled the pleasant memories of going to Larkspur many years ago, before it had shut down: discovering she was fascinated with ghost stories, terrible at most forms of art, and that marshmallows were flammable, among other things. Years later she even worked up enough courage to pick up a bow and arrow at Crystal Academy, having so admired the skill at camp. When she saw the flyer that the camp was opening again, Harper was overjoyed. And lucky, having secured two weeks away from the barn and using some of her savings to pay half of the tab. Maybe she could even be a counselor next year?
Therefor, when Harper poured out of the bus with the other campers, it is of little surprise that she was overtaken with thoughts of wanderlust that dragged her attention away from the gaggle and into the nature beyond the parking lot. The only thing that brought her back were the counselor's announcement's over the megaphone, which sent her scribbling on her small notepad. Nature walks, wilderness survival, camp fires, delicious treats during campfires (note: watch the marshmallows), lake activities... Harper didn't want one spare minute left unfilled. Sleep was becoming negligible.
After one boy's amusingly frantic cry for an internet connection, she made sure she had her cabin and counselors noted as well: Oleander Cabin, with Jennifer and Moose. Once Harper had recorded the essentials, she went in search of her camping bag -- a short search, guaranteed by the purple and gold ribbon tied to the green backpack, still snugly attached to a gray sleeping bag. It was a little bulky when saddled on her shoulders, but if memory served... ah, yes, the tour was starting! With optimism lightening her load, she set out after the councilors.
[entrance and exit]
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