Every year before I go away to camp, my friends from home ask me why I would do this to myself. Why would I travel into the middle of nowhere, stay there for a month without tech or access to the outside world? Quite frankly, I still don’t know the answer. You get so invested in this lifestyle that it becomes painful to leave. You’re there for a month, you leave, then you have to wait another 46 weeks to come back. I could stand here and talk on about all the cheesy stuff you hear at every LNC, but I need to take this time to say thank you. Thank you for the endless memories, laughs, and of course, vine references. Thank you to my fellow campers, for creating bonds that I would never be able to create anywhere else. Thank you, Camp Hoover, and I hope to cross paths with you in the future. Peace out Girl Scouts.