Winter is the saddest part of the year for us here at Strong Rock. The grass is brown, the birds fly south for the winter and most of all there are no joyful screams coming from many of you as you run aound the field playing Multimate Frisbee or gather at the lodge to play four square. There are no counselors walking around with facepaint to show thier tribal pride. I especially miss the assembly times where the stomping, clapping, and singing can be heard from my office. Oh how I miss you all. (more…)