It turned out to be Snowbear playing a steel pan drum that he had received from a past community of his—friends and neighbors had pitched in to acquire it for him. I heard it last year when a soothing, ambient sound began to reverberate into the dimming nightshine. With barely a lick of the sun’s last rays remaining, the soft, low rhythms surrounded and filled me. I didn’t know the instrument or the agent, but the sense of wonder that I felt epitomizes GRP to me. It’s why I come back.
GRP is—at its core—a community, a particular community filled with music, rocks and streams, snacks, dancing, greenery in many shades, creative expression, and love. Campers and staff give back again and again to this shared community, and it’s lovely to watch on a day to day basis. This year, I relaxed in a dark cave while Senior Mentor Jon played the digeridoo and the campers hummed and sang along. That sense of community happens again and again, and it feels so innate and simple. It’s why I come back.
My GRP personal top five offers more reasons for why I come back: