Every summer starting when I was 10, I went to summer camp for a week. It was one of the highlights of my year. My time at camp impacted me tremendously and is part of the reason I am in camping ministry today.
Mostly when I think of camp, I remember the songs, the games, the rope swing, and the constant smell of campfire smoke and pine needles.
I also remember the welsh cakes. We had these for breakfast at least once every year I was there. They are not quite a biscuit, not quite a scone. A little sweeter and denser than either one, dotted with
