Trunk Time

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It’s packing time! Both boys leave for camp tomorrow for a week.  The lists have been reviewed and the trunks are now packed and ready. 

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We’ve been collecting stickers to personalize their trunks.  It’s fun to see the reminders of places we have gone, the clubs they belong to and the activities they like to participate in.  

In the spirit of documentation for myself more than others, I am including pictures of my packing system.  I used the packing gene I inherited from my mom and my love of organization and containers to come up with a system of boxes to sort and group the trunk contents. 

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The first layer in Walker’s trunk are his pillow and towel.

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His boots and shoes are beneath them and then the clothes are divided by type.  You can see how each category has its own section.  These are just boxes I fished out of the recycling bin.

Mason’s trunk has his sleeping bag and backpack on top.  We carry these by hand rather than let the camp staff deliver them to the unit because we like to stake our claim on the bunk and tote a spare change of clothes for after the swim test.

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Mason’s first year of camp was three years ago and we wanted him to have some reminders of home just in case so I cut out and pasted pictures of family, friends and the beloved Striker the guinea pig to the inside of the lid.

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He also has a towel and pillow on the first layer.

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The first column has his rolled up underwear and jacket, the folded t-shirts, and then the camp necessities like sunblock, lantern, a head lamp and spare batteries. Toiletries are in a ziploc for easy carrying to the showers.  His shorts are in the middle column and his rain poncho and extra trash bags are tucked in the back.

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The last sections include socks, pants, jeans and a long sleeve shirts just in case. There is a ziploc of stationery, postcards, pens, stamps and address labels with family and friends’ addresses.  Those get a wee bit of use but not much.  It turns out, there really isn’t a lot of time for correspondence and even when the letters are written, they don’t always make it to the mail drop. 

Once I close the lids on the packed trunks, I know camp is really about to start.

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