A good 15 minutes or so east of Flint, MI (or roughly 3.5 miles east of Goodrich, MI, whichever you prefer) there once used to be a camp I went to a few weeks prior to school starting back up again: Camp Lakeview was its name & it was a beauty back in the day. Right next to a state recreation area (Ortonville) & who knows how many miles from the nearest paved road, this was a little piece of heaven, a quiet place, serenity plain & simple.
Looking back on those times spent up there, I can't help but wonder how good it felt not just to be a few hours away from home but embracing & appreciating the wonderful works which God made for every one of us. For me, one week of camp life was one week of contemplation, a time for meditation in a quiet atmosphere out in the country. And of course, life was good & beautiful while out in the sticks: I wouldn't have passed the last week of July (into early August) for any other time of the year when it came to having fun & good times, what with summer winding down before our very eyes.
Right here in the middle of nature, in a rural landscape...I'd give a lot just to relive those days again if I could. Times like those haven't been gone forever, now have they?
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