Things I Do at Camp, But Never in Manitowaning

We have a camp that has been in our family for over 80 years.  It is a wonderful that has changed very little in this time.  There is no hydro, running water or indoor facilities, but everyone young and old love to spend some time at camp each year.  A good year is described by how much time you did or did not spend at camp.  This year I am feeling pretty good, I was able to go to camp twice.  That brings me to this weeks post - Things I Do at Camp, But Never In Manitowaning.
Here is the list:

• SOCKS: Wear the same socks for several days.  Yes, my pink and green wool socks from Mark's Work Wearhouse have gone on many a canoe and camping trip.  The amazing things about wool is even when it is wet your feet stay warm, toasty and never smelly.  You don't get that kind of comfort from cotton socks. At home, fresh socks everyday.
• PIGTAILS:The kids know it's camp time whey they see me sporting my hair in two neat pigtails.  Although very cute on the below tenners, pigtails on a grown woman some how says "Spank Me, I've Been Bad."  Not exactly the type of picture I would want to portray of myself in my sleepy little town. But at camp it is all about what is easiest.  Recently, I cut my hair and there was some actual concern when only a week later we were heading to camp.  Could I, Would I, Can I get my shorter locks into pigtails.  Well, I could, would and did part my hair down the middle and braided it into two very cute piggies.
• SHAMPOOING, CONDITIONING, AND SPRAYING:  This is another thing that while at home I would scarcely pass a day without doing the DO.  Camp is so different, there is an odd sense of freedom that comes from not being tied to the hair routine.  At camp I swim; but rarely do I crack out the shampoo and conditioner and never, ever have I hairsprayed my locks into control while at camp.
• AN OPEN DOOR:  Yes, at camp I pee with the door open.  First some clarification; at camp the door belongs to an outhouse.  The outhouse is situated in a little hollow, several feet from the camp, a small rock outcrop in front and the most beautiful view of Shit House Bay and the Killarney Mountain Range.  I go there not only to do my business, but to enjoy the view.  At home it's get in complete the paper work and get out.  But, at camp doing your business takes on a slower more relaxed pace.  There is a process to using the outhouse - quick inventory of the location of others, announce loudly,"Going to the Outhouse," proceed done the path announcing or singing to warn those who may be in the outhouse and wait to see if someone shouts, "Using."

Camp is the place we go to relax and let it all hang out.  It is the place everyone in the family craves to get to each year.  A place were long standing family traditions must be adhered to.