The dining hall gets divided in 2, one half for the Lost Boys and one half for the pirates. Each has its own unique entrance.
And inside, each has its own long table, laid appropriately. For example, the pirates get candles and pitchers of rum (water) and silverware. The Lost Boys, however, are surrounded by foliage and fairy lights, and they have to barter for their silverware if they want some, trading a rock or an acorn or a flower for a fork. Otherwise, they eat with their fingers.
I spend hours prepping for the event, planning activities, collecting supplies, and assigning roles. A few hours before dinner, I close the dining hall and I request that all the "workers" report to me. From our 60+ campers, a dozen or so have jobs around camp to help keep things running. It helps the staff and it gives them a discounted stay at camp. These teenage workers run the dishwasher, the laundry services, the camp store, the lawn maintenance and whatever else we need.
On Peter Pan Night, they started working for me at 4pm and most did not stop until nearly 10pm. They decorated, they played roles in the drama, they set up the pirate ship complete with plank, they helped run the games, and when it was all over, they cleaned and put everything away. And they did it all with huge smiles, great enthusiasm and amazing attitudes.
I love those workers. Many of them have been at camp for 3, 4, even 5 years and I have had the privilege of being part of their maturation. They have heard all my Haiti stories, my earthquake stories, my God stories, and they always seem to want more. So I jumped at an opportunity to spend some quality time with them and to reward them for their hard work on Peter Pan Night.
We set off this morning in 6 canoes and trekked across the bay to a series of little islands an hour away. I shared a mini-chapel talk about my year in Haiti, we ate snacks, climbed through poison ivy, scared a nesting bald eagle, danced on the rocks, held hands and prayed on an island that was barely large enough to hold our circle.
The day was made even more memorable by the escape of one of our canoes which floated downriver on the current and had to rescued in a valiant effort by me and 3 of our boys. We also discovered and named a new island, Mandrobby Island, in honor of its first landers, Mary, Andrew, and Robby. And we captured a snapping turtle...OK, perhaps he was already dead, but still, Leo the Snapper made everything more exciting.
Hard works has its rewards.