I first went to Headwaters with my 5th grade Waldorf class. As soon as I stepped out of the car, I was almost knocked over by all the dogs. They were so exuberant and joyful, and immediately I was on the ground, petting them and all the awkwardness was forgotten.
Now, about 3 years later, I smile at the memories of my “headwaters family” and of the summer’s adventures. Again, in the 6th grade this time, I traveled the 5 hours up there with my class. When the week was over and we were leaving, I told Tim that I would be back for a few of the summer classes.