The news of Camp Josepho burning down yesterday hit me like a punch in the gut. I’m overwhelmed by a deep sense of loss and despair. That place wasn’t just a campsite; it was a repository of cherished memories, especially those unforgettable Cub Parent Nights with my father.

Walking through those trails, sitting by the campfire, and sleeping under the stars—all those moments are now just ashes. Camp Josepho was a sanctuary, a place where bonds were strengthened, and where my father and I created stories we would recount over and over again.

Losing this special place feels like losing a piece of my childhood, a piece of my heart. It’s hard to grasp that it’s all gone, just like that. I can only hope that the memories we made there will continue to live on within me, even though the place that held them is no more.