We also got to play and have fun in the river, Fern let us eat woodsorrel which tastes kind of weird, we also got to eat more Indian Cucumbers and I swore to myself that when I got home I would look for Indian Cucumbers around my house. We arrived at Welton Falls and did a ton more drawings, too quickly it was over and we were heading back again to the lodge but this time there would be no hour of free time, then dinner, a story and then heading to bed, no none of that would happen because basically the first thing we did when we got back was get our stuff all together and get on the bus. I was sad but I knew I would not forget this place because I brought a lot of things back with me, some are real physical things like the leaves I gathered or the piece of bark or even the twisted up sticks. However most of the things I brought back with me could not be seen because they were memories and ideas, memories of O.R.T, of Fernlandia, of campfire songs, and funny stories. Sometimes I like to think that I changed the AMC Lodge by being there, that I made some kind of a difference or impact, but I can never really be sure if I did or not. The one thing I do know though is that the AMC Lodge changed me and I will walk away from it a very different person then who I was when I first entered.
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