Like a shooting star. Like a spark at a campfire. Like the flicker of a candle. Pine Forest Camp’s 86th season is almost over.
It’s a clear night tonight. And as dusk fell, if you looked up at the tree tops rustling in the breeze, you could see a red or gold leaf fall to the ground, the first signs of autumn. It’s time to go home.
We gather together one last time until we return for PFC’s 87th summer, sharing the warmth of friendship. This magical place seems so far from the rest of the world, like we’re in some faraway kingdom of goodness and happiness.
Arm-in-arm, we sing for the last time this year, “Friends, friends, friends we will always be…” And we will.