Sunday mornings are quiet at camp. Some campers and counselors go to church and some write letters and some hang out. The weather looked iffy, so only a small group went to the beach while others walked to Vineyard Haven and bought expensive presents for their parents.
(I think that’s what they bought.)
After dinner, we made a mad dash to Oak Bluffs to ride the Flying Horses, a favorite camp tradition. A few campers caught the brass ring. We all won free rides.
We all got wet, too. Just part of the fun.