The last day of camp is always so sad. Lots of hugs with friends, rolling and stuffing sleeping bags and chests into cars, looking for those elusive few items that always seem to get lost.
Since the snow waited till the last night to arrive, we had to take the opportunity to play before driving down the mountain.
Cora's tradition of throwing a snowball at Jamal sort of back-fired.
*We now return you to your regular scheduled sunshine*
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