Summer Tales

I KNOW I've already done a post about how excizzled (it's a word, look it up. But, in the Dictionary of ANA Volume XI) I am for summer. So, this one is a bit different. It's about my summer camp. Anyways...
The rays of the sun were extremely warm on this specific August afternoon. Kids were splashing in the water and sailboats dotted the lake. Among the sailboats were other boats, cedar green canoes and bright yellow kayaks. A couple kids were trying to windsurf, their laughter could be heard echoing in the bay as they fell of the board again and again. A faded red flag was raised on top of the diving tower, a signal for the boats to come back to the dock. One by one the kids in the boats noticed the flag and made their way towards the shore.
That is a typical day at my summer camp, Tanamakoon. Of course there are land activities too...
With a water bottle in hand and a hat on their head, campers headed to their activities. Some streamed up the hill towards Archery and Woodcraft and others headed to the tennis court. A couple campers went to Paddle Making and a bunch made their way to the Art Barn. After an hour of doing interesting things, counselors told the kids it was time to go to the second activity of the afternoon. Everyone made sure they had their water bottle and hat with them and headed to their next activity. After another hour of fun the campers were instructed to head to their cabins and wait until dinner.
BTW, the two pieces are happening at the same time.