Another stop on our way home was Montreat College. In my childhood, I spent many summer weeks here at the PEF Conference, playing, freezing in Lake Susan, and dashing around in the evenings with other kids. It was lovely to see it again.
At the conference, we usually stayed in the South Carolina Home. I was young, and only remember a cool, long room where we played, read, and built houses of cards. And I recall the dining room where we ate breakfast, a low, long room at the bottom of the house where we ate donuts to our hearts' content. My friend Jean had to drive around twisty mountain roads to finally find this place. Why do we need the subtle resolution that happens when we see again a place from childhood?