When adults arrive at Camp Grounded, the first thing they do is turn in their phones. During the four-day retreat, campers assume pseudonyms, do not mention work or the word "J-O-B,' and interact with one another like kids. It's a way of stepping off the grid and reconnecting with one another, face to face.
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Fourth of July weekend has now come and gone, which means the kids have officially been away at camp for a over week. You should know this even if you don't send your own kids off to sleepaway for the summer, because over on Facebook, the entire process of getting ready for the big send off was meticulously documented by every single person you've ever met.
Our oldest child was eleven when he went away to his first weeklong summer camp. He came home sunburned, sleep-deprived, and filthy. When I picked him up from our church parking lot, everything in me wanted to get him home so he could shower and I could start the (massive) post-camp laundry. But instead, I took him out for a hamburger.