The Meadow

On the drive to Eagle Lake Camp, there is a stretch of meadow. The mountains tower behind, the fields stretch across the horizon, the wildflowers bloom, and the dirt road cuts through the middle of it all. There is something about that meadow that takes your breath away. You know it when you get to it and you miss it when you leave. Everyone who has driven that stretch knows the feeling and it is not rare to ask the driver to pull over for some pictures πŸ˜‰

Eagle Lake is a huge part of each of our stories. In fact, 10 summers ago (this week!!!) Bruce, Megan, and I were all dropped off at camp for 5 weeks to be part of the crew program. That is where we met and the rest was history. Then there is my little brother. He came to camp as a camper when I was a counselor – then he came back year after year and also joined staff. I think we have some crazy 26+ years of camp when you combine ours all together!
Some locations, smells, sounds, and moments last forever in our memory. This is one of them. So we made a pit stop, got attacked by aunts, laughed a lot, threw things, and added to those memories.
Do you have any spaces like this you hold dear? Summer homes, vacation spots, family farms, Β youth camps? I would love to hear your story!Β 

Author: Elizabeth Mayberry

  • Hahaha. I love these pictures of us. And I love the meadow. I want to stop every time and take all the pictures. πŸ™‚

  • Amy

    i want to go gallivanting!

  • Looks like fun!

    I love the back pasture at my family's home. Each time I'm home, I make a point to head out there in the morning just to sit and take it all in!

  • This place looks beautiful! I love the ladybug! πŸ™‚

  • I know, it was so cute!

  • I love that!

  • you just did – all around Europe!


  • You should do it! I would love to see the people in your life!