Well, Dave and I honed our camping skills last weekend.  I picked a lovely campsite (online, mind you) -- and it was indeed a beautiful view of the lake.  But there's always a catch:  hiking 1/3 of a mile from our truck to haul stuff in.  I suppose that wasn't too awful, but hauling it back up?  Thank God for my husband. 

I remember Jocassee being cold at night in the summer.  Yeah, well, THAT was in the valley, 'cause it sho' wasn't cold where we were!  We were so hot our sweat was sweatin'!  The lake was so refreshing, though.  We didn't get to spend much time in the water because, as usual, I was on a Jocassee mission.  There was a huge lake cleanup (on land and underwater) on Saturday, so I was on the registration table from 7-3 - again, sweltering so bad that I literally put ice chips in my bra to keep from passing out .  Yes, I have been known to do some odd things from time to time, but I have a strong sense of self-preservation.

I also met with Debbie Williams, a reporter from an upstate magazine about an article she is writing about Camp Jocassee for Girls.  I still find it amusing that I have connected with so many CJ girls on Facebook and am in the midst of helping to coordinate THEIR reunion . . . when I hated Camp Jocassee!  I only stayed a week.  I'm still kinda scratchin' my head over this one!  But, seriously, they have wonderful memories of the camp and of Jocassee in general, so we do have a lot in common.

The BIG deal over the weekend was about a 3-hour interview - mostly on camera - with Suzy Allman (www.suzyallman.com).  Suzy is a sports photographer with the NY Times who has taken great interest in our story of Jocassee and finding the Lodge, etc.  I had a great time with her - and I always click with someone who tears up when I tear up.  There is a lot more to come about this documentary she is filming - and probably 2-3 more trips down here to finish it.  Hopefully, there will be a dive on the Lodge soon.  I can't wait to reconnect with "my divers."  Right now, I'm kind of all talked out about Jocassee.  I discovered something on this trip.  If I am occupied with a dive or event of some sort when I'm up there, I'm OK.  If I have spare time to sit, look at the lake and ponder what was lost (like I did at the campsite), I get really sad about it.  But, I guess that's to be expected.  You might lose part of your heart and not miss it for a while, but eventually it will catch up with you. 

So . . . more on the horizon!

 

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