Yesterday, I visited a camp that I went to during the summer for seven years before my accident. It is in Wisconsin (almost 2 hours away from where I live in Minnesota). This summer marks their 100th anniversary. They were having a get-together with past and present campers and counselors. There were lots of people there; some I hadn't seen in years. It was great to talk to them and catch up on life. I still love that camp even though I can't go to it anymore because it is not accessible for people in wheelchairs. There are some camps out there for people with disabilities, however, I require 24/7 nursing care because of my ventilator, which those camps don't provide.
The summer before my accident I went to the camp for three weeks. It was kind of like a training experience to be a counselor. That was my plan for the next summer; to be a camp counselor there. My favorite thing to do at camp was go canoeing. I loved just being out on the water relaxing in the quietness of nature. I did a post a while back about canoeing at the camp and also shared a poem I wrote before my accident. You can click here to read it.