Anna leaves next week and I’m in a panic.
It’s not the first time that Anna has gone away to camp, but it’s the first time that we’ll likely not hear from her for two weeks. As parents we need to be willing to let go, but it’s hard for me. Our house is so quiet when Anna’s gone. People assume that Jack is the center of our family, but it’s really Anna who holds everything together. It’s her school projects and social life that are the main topics of dinner conversation. And, it’s her curfew that’s the main source of weekend arguments. When she’s gone, the laundry is cut in half and so is the energy at 26 Clinton Ave.
Dan and I agree that summer is time for adventure and Outward Bound caught Anna’s attention as soon as she opened their website. She leaves Tuesday to go backpacking and whitewater canoeing in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina for 14 days.
The idea of living outside for two weeks makes me shudder. Add to that the absence of toilets and showers, and I feel sick to my stomach. So why are we sending our precious Anna? Because she’s a Torrey. It’s in her blood.
Anna’s great, great grandfather, Raymond Hezekiah Torrey, was the founder of the NY/NJ Trail Conference and one of the original pioneers of The Appalachian Trail. He also wrote a weekly column for The New York Evening Post called Outings and The Long Brown Path. Anna’s grandfather, Raymond Joseph Torrey (PopPop), followed in his grandfather’s footsteps and completed The Appalachian Trail last year. As we celebrated this milestone (near the memorial for Raymond H. Torrey engraved on Long Mountain in Harriman State Park), I could see in Dan’s eyes that he longed to continue the family tradition. As soon as retirement starts, I’m sure the woods will call Dan. In the meantime, Anna will fill his shoes – not on the Long Brown Path, but in the beautiful Southern Appalachians.
Anna has seen a lot for a 15 year-old-girl and she understands more than most people twice her age. I hope this experience will add to her already broad assortment of accomplishments. We are all so proud of her. I know I’ll need to fake a smile when I drop her off at the airport next week. I will squeeze her a little too hard as I start counting the hours until we see her again. Then I will drive home and try to fill my days with projects. Thank goodness Block Island will keep us company for much of the time.
We will all miss you Banana, but are excited for you and can’t wait to hear the stories. And, if we get a few postcards, we might consider changing your curfew to 11:30.