The middle fork of the Toulomne River runs through the summer camp where I sent eight years as a camper and two as a counselor. Camp Tawonga was just outside of Yosemite, and every summer I counted down the 100 days until I would travel to the place where I met all my lifelong friends, enjoyed the sun, and indulged in the most comforting and spritual community I'd ever been a part of. The River was a particularly special part of the camp experience where Tikkun Olam (being a part of and learning to take care of nature) became a tangible and arrestingly beautiful part of my life.
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