Now that OSAI is over, all the kindred spirits that made Quartz Mountain so special have scattered on the four winds. Students have returned to big cities and tiny towns across Oklahoma, and faculty, staff, and counselors are back in New York, Los Angeles, and many places in between.
The PAC is silent and dark, the classrooms are locked and empty, and the Café is back to the usual quiet clusters of locals. At home, we find ourselves wondering what to do with our free time and telling camp jokes that no one understands. Now that we’ve caught up on sleep, we feel nostalgic for late night cabin meetings and early morning walks to class.
It’s jarring to go from our little arts oasis to the real world, with all its demands and distractions. We miss the close friends we made, and we wonder if they have the same strange, empty feeling we do.
How can a few glorified hills in the middle of nowhere have such a magnetic pull? How can one place embrace the spirit, dreams, and passions of so many people? How can two weeks change your entire life?
That’s the mystery and the magic of “The Mountain,” and that’s why we all left our hearts at Quartz Mountain. Until you can return and reclaim it, reminisce, keep in touch, and give back. #qmrocks
Photo courtesy of McNeese Fitzgerald Associates