Compared to the rest of life, Chewonki is the best thing ever. But probably my favorite part of Chewonki life is the cabin. I live in Ranch House, the oldest, smallest, and most questionably insulated cabin at Chewonki. I LOVE it. It’s age makes it rustic, with plaques from past semesters and summer camps from as early as 1973. The small size makes it cozy and homey. And our sub-par insulation makes cuddling a necessity. Since the beginning, the group of 7 girls from Ranch has been exceptionally close, but each night of snuggling, cabin talks and dance parties increases the love. Over solos we each wrote a letter to Ranch, expressing how we all felt. I realized in reading this letter how much of a home Ranch has become in the past two months, and how much of a family the other Ranchers and I have become. I truly have 6 new sisters that I know I will have for the rest of my life.
On Friday night, we were all sitting by the wood stove, having a chat. As the night rolled on, sitting on beds evolved to sitting on the floor, and sitting evolved to lying down. Not too much later, all 7 of us were lying by the floor, snuggled together like spoons. Love was palpable in the warm cabin air. We talked about things from our past that shaped us until Willard came in to check us in. After a long day, during conversation with Willard, several of us drifted off to sleep. I just barely heard Willard whisper, “Goodnight Ranch.” It was sort of inevitable that we would end up sleeping there, and when someone finally said, “can we just sleep here tonight?” the answer was unanimous. We all grabbed our sleeping bags and pillows and snuggled down for the best sleepover I’ve ever had. Every single one of us woke with a smile the next morning.
-Jacqui Colt, Deerfield, MA