Everything is changing

I went to fish camp this weekend.  I was so looking forward to time on the beach, standing in the water and reconnecting with God.  That is not going to happen this year.  Oh, I went, I stood in the water, and I tried to reconnect with God, it just wasn't the same as past years.

I know, I know, nothing ever stays the same.  Everything changes.  Way down deep inside, I know fish camp was bound to change.  It's crowded now.  People are rude.  It's almost as bad as dipnetting on the Kenai.  Oh, did I mention I went to Kasilof?  It's where I go every year.  It used to be peaceful.  It used to be serene.  It used to be.....fish camp.

One of my girlfriends has been there since the beginning of July.  She sets up her village we call "Little Tijuana" (she's of Mexican heritage).  Everything was ready to go and set up when I arrived.  She even had a tent set up for me to use.  The kitchen area was huge this year.  I should have taken pictures.  I didn't.  But it wasn't the same.  I missed the old fish camp.

I know, I keep complaining that nothing is the same.  Honestly, I can deal with change.  Really, I can.  I accept change.  I accept that we all grow older.  I accept that change can bring good things.  I just don't want to accept change when it comes to fish camp.

Oh, I'll go again next year.  I'll do my best to have an open mind.  I'll try to accept the change.  Who knows, maybe I will change this time.