Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Executive Meeting

A few years ago, we took out a loan to make up for the money we were losing and the loan is due at the end of October. We don’t have $150,000 to pay it back and that was the main catalyst for thinking about closing camp. But ultimately, closing an almost 70 year old camp over $150,000 seems crazy. That’s not THAT much money. I don’t happen to have that much spare cash laying around, it’s obviously a LOT of money. But some nonprofits raise that in one event, so it just seems like a tragedy to close down over that much money.

So I talked to ‘B’ and asked him if he would help me burn down a building. ‘B’ is a camp alumni and has been volunteering with us for the past two summers. Besides me, he is possibly the most dedicated, passionate, committed and in love with camp person I’ve met.

He’s also the calmest, most reasonable person on the planet, and he nicely explained that he didn’t think that was a very good idea to commit a felony, but that he would help me meet with the bank to take out a mortgage on our property (Which is worth millions). He also agreed to take over as board president if I could figure out a way to get ‘J’ to step down.

‘B’ and I came up with a plan, well, more like the outline of a plan, but a plan. Step 1- get some money to pay off the loan and buy us some time to get this organization running well (ie- raise enough money to not be in debt each year). Step 2- rebuild the board with people who would help us fundraise and be active with the organization. Step 3- Develop a long-term strategic plan for the organization. Step 4- fundraise a bunch of money.

Over the last few weeks, I’ve reached out to a few board members and all of them agreed that they didn’t want to see camp close. I set up a meeting with the executive committee and prepared for battle. I wasn’t sure how the three of them would react to this new plan, but I had a speech ready, handouts and, in the worst case scenario, I knew I had numbers on my side and if it came down to it, I could fight them and win. They can’t close the organization without a vote from the board and I had the rest of the board on my side.

I went into the meeting totally unsure of what they would say. But when I said, “what if, instead of closing camp, you guys step down and let me try to save it” ‘J’s reaction was, “I’m on the edge of my seat”. I think I’ve sort of amused/confused/bewildered all of them ever since I arrived at this camp so many years ago and passionately and confidently argued for them to give me the chance to run camp. Once again, I asked them to give me a chance. I showed them the “plan”.

Wisely, they asked, “so how are you actually going to do all of this?” How am I going to rebuild the entire board, come up with a strategic plan, raise a bunch of money??? I said, “well, to be honest, I don’t know. But I want the opportunity to try. And if it doesn’t work, there will be less equity to start a foundation with, but since we don’t have a plan for the foundation anyway, it’s not like this would hurt or take away anything from anyone.”

Seven years after they shrugged their shoulders and handed the title of Executive Director to a 26 year old, once again, they shrugged their shoulders and said, “if you want to do it, we’ll let you try.”

I walked out of the meeting light on my feet, nearly floating. And then shortly after that, got mad. Really mad. WHY does the fate of this stupid camp always rest on whether or not I am involved? If I want to quit, they say it will close.

‘J’ agreed to meet with the bank and help me refinance our loan. As it turns out, the money was easier to solve than I’d thought. Thank goodness I didn’t burn down a building!

The entire board is going to step down at the end of December. So, I just need to find a bunch of really committed, hard working people to take over in the next 2 months.

But in the meantime, ‘A’ still has a job, camp is saved and we need to start planning summer 2015!

Friday, October 10, 2014

Camp Wedding

Okay, so, I didn’t commit felony arson. I didn’t really have time, or actually know how to burn down a building. And several other issues. A life of crime just wasn’t going to work for me, no matter how much the insurance money would have helped.

Instead, I got married. 10/4/14 (a great date for an anniversary!). It was a perfect weekend… okay, well, it was a weekend filled with near disasters and so many “camp” things. But it was prefect to me. I married the man that I love. All of my family and friends (not to mention bulldogs) were there. And we were at camp… the place I love.

A, M, B and I spent the week at camp, decorating, setting things up, getting ready. It was like a wedding themed pre-camp. We laughed a lot and had a lot of fun. I couldn’t stop thinking about how important this camp is and how I need to save it.

‘N’ arrived Thursday and we headed to the dining hall for last minute decorating. I was lecturing him about the golf cart being a camp tool and not a toy. We walked into the dining hall and heard a giant crash. The golf cart, which I have driven every day of the summer for many years, the golf cart that is not a toy and must be treated as a tool, the golf cart I wouldn’t let my to be husband drive… it had rolled backwards down the hill and crashed into the propane tank. The dining hall was NOT the building I had considered burning down.

There was a small gas leak, but we got the tank shut down and luckily, the gas company was able to come out first thing the next morning to repair the tank.

Friday was the rehearsal, which was supposed to be followed by a cookout and campfire for 80 people. It rained on and off all day, and by the time the rehearsal came, I was not wearing the beautiful lacy dress I’d bought for the occasion, instead, I was wearing rubber galoshes. The “cookout” got moved into the basement of the dining hall. The cooks were amazing and grilled everything in the rain and brought all of the food inside.

Near the end of the rehearsal, in typical camp fashion, the power went out. I’d insisted on having a generator for the weekend, so we were only in the dark for a short period of time.

The weekend before the wedding, it was 80 degrees and sunny. Our wedding day, however, was 37degrees and windy. As we were taking photos, I held out hope that we could get married outside. My husband to be, my mom, my best friend- each was sent to reason with me throughout the morning. It wasn’t until a little less than an hour before the wedding that it finally hit me that we couldn’t possibly be outside for the ceremony. At that point, the whole wedding team (several former camp staff had come back to help with set up, clean up, serving meals, etc) went to work setting up the chapel.

As photos ended and I had the realization that we couldn’t get married outside, I noticed Olivia’s face was puffy. And within minutes, her eyes were almost swollen shut. I don’t know if she got bit by something or rubbed her face on some kind of plant. I gave her 2 benedryl and FREAKED out as I was practically dragged from the house to the chapel. I was prepared to drop everything and rush to the emergency vet, but luckily the wedding party didn’t agree with me and we all (still swollen, drugged Olivia as well) made it down the aisle.

The ceremony was actually really lovely in the chapel and then we were married! Olivia’s face seemed to be less swollen, although I made ‘A’ check on her several times during the reception. The reception was super fun and everything I’d imagined. We danced all night and it was a blast.

The next day, everyone was back for brunch and then ‘N’ and I went to a bed and breakfast for a few days of rest and relaxation. ‘A’ and the wedding staff pulled out docks and shut everything down for the season. We still don’t have a plan for selling camp, so at this point, it’s just packed up like normal.

I had a perfect camp wedding. It was everything I’d imagined. Now that the madness of wedding planning is over, I can focus on my new task at hand- fight for camp. I’m not ready to give up yet.