Severn Bridge.
I used to go to camp every year as a kid. I guess the 2-3 weeks there gave my mom a vacation from me. It’s not like I was a bad kid, just super curious and shit.
With my mom being Pentecostal it was inevitable that some of the camps were Christian ones. This year it was Circle Square Ranch near Severn Bridge in the asscrack of rural Ontario.
The actual camp was fine with only the mildest of indoctrination. And we did some real country shit. I learned how to canoe and I actually got my silver intermediate level in Western Horsemanship.
Yippee Ki Yay mickiefickie!
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