Sleepover camp in the mountain forest was such a wonderful part of my summers growing up. I went with my little church friends, lived in a bunkhouse and swam, played endless games, sang all kinds of songs around the campfires at night. I loved the early mornings best when the greens of the forest were green as green gets and the dewey sight and smell and sound of the land enveloped me as I made my way to the shower house. Earthy green filling all my senses.