By Liam Macleod
Today is the day our staff have been waiting weeks for, it’s the day our campers have been dreaming about for months and the day we’ve been excited for since last August.
Arrival day.
Today is the day that over 650 campers jumped onto planes and buses from all around the country to come back to their home from home. Our home.
The buses were alive with the sound of music as our campers re-connected with their friends, their bunks and also their staff. The noise didn’t stop the entire way and after a few hours, as the buses started to reach the home stretch of Equinunk the excitement really started to build. The closer they got the more static erupted from the walkies across the camp and the louder our staff chanted. Then, as the buses land rolled through those old familiar pine trees and Camp IHC appeared there were screams and tears from campers who have waited patiently to be back to the place where they are truly happy.
As the campers got off the buses it was hard to know where to look, there were hugs, huddles, high fives, low fives, tie dyes, fist pumps, running jumps, and even throat lumps. A swirl of emotion and color raced past each left right and center as campers desperately tried to find their summer friends.
And let’s not get started on the staff, who after weeks of orientation training finally got to meet these amazing children they’ve heard so much about.
Another successful arrival day in the IHC books.
