No homesick campers are in these bunkhouses now, only the stale air and the scurry of tiny feet are in residence. No doubt there are winter guests making use of the empty spaces, secured against winter storms. It is a quiet time for the camp, a chance to be alive in a more muted way. In a few months the airing out will begin and the sprucing up in preparation for the season opening. Then towels will be draped to dry, shouts will echo across the complex and the sounds of summer will take hold. For now though only the winter winds blow through carrying leaves along on their gusts.