I’ve written about Jessica before. She is one of my oldest and very best friends. If I have a soul sister she is it. We met at Cape Cod Sea Camps in the summer of 1988 and after a few days we were inseparable. After an interval where we fought about something that neither of us remember, CCSC worked its magic yet again and put us as co-counselors in a cabin together in the summer of 1993. From that moment on our lives have remained twined together, despite the fact that Jess lives in North Carolina. As Carly Simon says, we’re so close that in our separation there’s no distance at all.
And then there are our girls. Julia was born in August 2002, 12 weeks before Grace. The picture above is from the summer of 2002, when, shocked, delighted, and more than a little awestruck, we celebrated that we each had a baby on the way. That they were both girls was a special joy.
That they’ve become friends is a fact that makes my head explode with happiness. And this summer, in July, Julia and Grace will be cabinmates at CCSC. I honestly cannot believe it, and at the same time it feels as though my whole life has been unfurling to this moment. The picture above was taken in August 2010, on the front lawn at camp, the very place I first met this woman who has become so essential to my life. Our girls are with us.
It’s impossible to overstate how much CCSC means to me. First and foremost, it brought me Jessica. But it was also the still point of my childhood. I left every single school early or arrived late, but at camp I was just regular. I wasn’t different. I was a long-timer, and there aren’t many places on earth I can remember being so comfortable.
Camp brought me many gifts, some slow to open but now fully revealed. It was fun, of course, but more importantly it was in many ways the ballast that kept my wildly heeling life from capsizing.
I cannot wait for Grace and Julia to experience camp. I recently reconnected with another close friend from my CCSC days, with whom I’d totally lost touch. I’m thrilled that her daughter, too, will be there with Julia and Grace. I feel immensely moved as I watch the light of the past shine through the present and the present fold into the past. There’s no distance at all, either, in between me and those cabins on the shore of Cape Cod. My adult life circles back to a place and a person who fundamentally informed who I am today. The last photograph is of Julia, Grace, and Whit on the beach at CCSC at low tide this past summer. Lydia was still too small to join them, but she will.
Long may they run on those tidal flats.