What We Eat - United Synagogue of Conservative Judaism
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20 CJ — VOICES OF CONSERVATIVE/MASORTI JUDAISM<br />
to bring a blanket to a nearby field and watch<br />
for shooting stars.<br />
Hiking and swimming are all within walking<br />
distance <strong>of</strong> our camp site. Shabbat is<br />
a day to explore nature or kick back with<br />
a good book (or both – Shabbat is long in<br />
the summer). At first, we new parents<br />
climbed the bluffs with children riding in<br />
backpacks. When she was 2, our younger<br />
daughter made the climb by herself to the<br />
top <strong>of</strong> the bluff, about half a mile up, and<br />
then she climbed into a backpack and slept<br />
the rest <strong>of</strong> the hike.<br />
Now, having grown up at Devil’s Lake,<br />
the children are master hikers, taking on<br />
more challenging boulder fields every year,<br />
helping their friends along. Kids <strong>of</strong> all ages<br />
run in packs, watching out for each other<br />
and creating their own experience.<br />
One year, we grown-ups were treated to<br />
a variety show with skits and dance numbers<br />
performed by all the kids. Another year,<br />
among the cords <strong>of</strong> wood we bought for the<br />
fire were some odd bits left over from some<br />
building project. That year, the boys spent<br />
hours creating cities and superhero worlds<br />
with those wood pieces.<br />
Havdalah at the campsite is a sublime<br />
moment. As a new fire grows in the fire<br />
pit, we gather around, 60 or more <strong>of</strong> us,<br />
singing and swaying, smelling spices <strong>of</strong>ten<br />
created from plants and flowers collected<br />
near the site. And as the last notes <strong>of</strong><br />
“shavuah tov” fade away, the kids scramble<br />
to pop marshmallows onto the sticks<br />
they have foraged and do what they have<br />
been waiting for all <strong>of</strong> Shabbat – make<br />
s’mores! The guitars come out, and the songbooks,<br />
and we sing folksongs and Indigo<br />
Girls late into the night.<br />
I didn’t grow up camping. But my kids<br />
will. They can put up a tent and break one<br />
down. They can shlep water without too<br />
much kvetching, pick up a daddy longlegs<br />
spider by the leg to get it out <strong>of</strong> the tent (oh,<br />
wait, that’s me, they still don’t do that), row<br />
a canoe, pee in the woods, and take pleasure<br />
climbing a boulder field with their<br />
friends. They thrive in this camping community<br />
that now includes friends from all<br />
over the Midwest. I just hope they let me<br />
come back and join them when they start<br />
a camping group <strong>of</strong> their own. CJ