The Hummingbird
6 min readMay 2, 2017
In late April I spent a week at outdoor camp with my son’s grade seven class. Two hours on the ferry, almost three more by bus. A nervous, cloying energy seemed to emanate from pre-teen pores the whole trip there. Everyone is off to high school next year, and with summer only a few weeks away, the camp very much had the feel of a culmination. An ending. A beginning.
