When Mel said “it’s so rustric” she was SO right! Which is
part of what draws us to this location. The little cabins, the rocky beach, the
staff at the location, the boat rides, tubing, learning to swim, kayaking,
hiking, the deck at Wells, the docks, the arch area… the snakes. Yep, I said
it, this year I saw TWO snakes and thought that we might never come back to
Camp Cross. I’m kidding, kind of. Snakes are NOT my friends.
You fly into Spokane and then make the trek over to Camp
Cross, which is a little over an hour away. We rent a car. It would be a long
Uber ride and honestly it just doesn’t seem realistic with the 5 of us and all
of our luggage. It's really a pretty drive, so much lush green, mountains, sunshine. I was really soaking it up this time.
This year we stopped at this little hole in the wall cheesesteak place that we found on my phone. It got great reviews so we opted to give it a shot. It was the best cheesesteak I've ever eaten and this girl loves her cheesesteak! Though with recent changes to my diet, I haven't had one in SO long. Maybe that's another reason I really loved it. Ryan and I both got different ones and loved them. The kids got cold cut sandwiches, lame! However after a long travel day, we started at 330 am, we opted to just let it be. Boy did they miss out!
The first afternoon at camp is a lot of reuniting with old
friends and making new friends. There’s no quicker place to make friends than
right at camp! I can’t even explain how quickly friendships are formed or how
they build over the years and through miles across the country. This picture is of "old friends" reuniting, or more like, the little girls sucked Keegan into kayaking the minute the waterfront was open!
These strangers become family by the end of the 3 ½ days.
You come to know information that may not be shared with others. You hear about
their story, the way their child’s limb difference occurred, their feelings
behind finding out, the difficult experiences they’ve been through, the
accomplishments, the fears, the way others react, how they advocate for their
child…. The list goes on. I told my nursing students that I wish they could learn from the way these parents advocate for their children. I'm almost amazed when I leave camp at how sad I am to say good-bye. The photo below is new friends that were made instantly!
Due to our travel, we arrived right before waterfront activities. Lots of bonding occurs on that rocky shore, among kids, among adults, among volunteers and families... it's endless, honestly. Watching the kids go from barely knowing some of the campers to swimming together, jumping in the water holding hands, kayaking, canoeing, building rock forms and this year painting rocks!
We finished the night with S'mores by the campfire. The fire happens RIGHT on the rocky shore overlooking the water. It's so relaxing and refreshing.
I think everyone really likes the S'Mores considering my kids
kept asking if they could have more! The great thing is that we all come together again and teamwork makes the dream work. The volunteers, teens and adults just all pitch in to help with all of the kids. It literally is a village of people that cares about you and your family. There's not a better reminder than the first day back at Camp No Limits!
I didn't get many pictures of "Rubber Pig Baseball" but I did happen to grab a couple. I'm not sure why it's called rubber pig baseball considering I only ever saw a rubber chicken! Either way, it was a blast.Fun was had by all!
We finished the night with S'mores by the campfire. The fire happens RIGHT on the rocky shore overlooking the water. It's so relaxing and refreshing.
I think everyone really likes the S'Mores considering my kids
kept asking if they could have more! The great thing is that we all come together again and teamwork makes the dream work. The volunteers, teens and adults just all pitch in to help with all of the kids. It literally is a village of people that cares about you and your family. There's not a better reminder than the first day back at Camp No Limits!
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