Usually around this time of the year, I am sitting in a cabin, or chatting with my colour group about what they are looking forward to doing the next day, or I am laying on the beach, watching young people splash in the waves, or I am teaching a group of campers about one aspect of our co-operative principles and how they make business better. However, this year, I’m not out at our typical Co-op Camp. I’m nowhere near either Candle Lake or Last Mountain Lake. I am sitting in my office. Staring at a computer screen. It’s not the summer I could have imagined in a hundred years.