Morning Thoughts

All is still quiet as I take a walk to the lake this morning.  I remember the first time I saw the white cross there in the middle of the lake. 

I was just a camper myself.  I remember being anxious about coming...wondering if I would survive away from home.  I must have taken a hundred pictures of it that first year.  I guess some things never change.

At the beginning of Day 2 all is well and I'm off to eat breakfast with 500 of my closest friends.