By Dick Nachbar
These old long-term campers are setting up a new camp this week. It’s almost, but not quite, North of Highway 2 in this fine city at the Edge of the Wilderness, still only a few minutes from that Idaho Avenue lake cabin above that line. Less than two weeks from notification until move-out and move-in to a new tent in that new senior camp known as Majestic Pines. Paper mill towns have always seemed to be effective and efficient enterprises; things just seem to get done.
Acknowledgment of old age brings us here where advancing levels of assistance are available for when that future inevitable time arrives. Suitable amenities abound. Health and hi-tech device help for us compromised old-timers exist on site. Safety measures are obvious, especially with our lingering COVID-19 virus threats. It’s a camp with clear management presence, perhaps appropriately diminishing that word “independence” a bit as four-score years approach.
Change brings new challenges as new social group settings take shape, new TV channel numbers tax our patience and seemingly endless boxes require investigation then follow-up for proper placement of “necessities” such as picture hanging, shelving positions, Knick knacks and drawer hideaways. Whatever happened to that simplifying and downsizing? And where has our energy level gone?
Setting up a new camp, especially with fall colors at hand whether in the mountains or in town, is a practiced experience in “Camp Crafting” for these old long-term adventurers; enthusiasm, excitement, anticipation, expectations—all there once again with familiarity. “Comfort” has always been a key ingredient in that Camp Crafting attention.
This late-in-life camp especially focuses on that comfort factor, supported by available assistance levels for whatever comes next, for both adventurers and then remaining survivor; also, for remaining family connections. It’s another late adventure chapter in life as long as our Planet Earth continues its dance with the Boss Star, the Sun.