Going to camp

One of my daughters has landed her dream job for the summer. She will be the Assistant Camp Photographer at a beautiful science camp in California. I cannot tell her this, but I see some great irony here. This is the daughter who only went to camp one time, when she was 12. She hated it. She didn't appreciate the beauty of nature and complained about the bugs, the heat, the bugs, the green slime on the edge of the lake and the lack of air conditioning as just a few of the things she hated. She never went back. She does not like to sweat, gets faint feeling in the heat and science has never been a strong subject for her. So the idea that she sought out this job, where she will live for twelve weeks in a cabin much like the one she hated after just a few days, is ironic. The idea that she will be leading geeky kids in science experiments and then photographing them is even more ironic. But she is excited, therefore I am excited for her.