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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

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