Hey Folks! I just wanted to address you all directly with a few things. First, I chatted with a few

Camp is a tradition, of sorts, for most people who end up spending weeks upon weeks in the middle of

In my last year as a camper at Camp Shewahmegon, during which I would have been 14 years old, I

I’m sure that in my attempt to open with something profound I’ve already done an injustice to my goal here—to collect the memories of my camp days and capture the spirit of them for myself and others to enjoy—but, hysterical and goofy as my memories are, there was something in the capture the flag games, naked dips into the lake, stupid jokes, raincoat hikes and fast friendships that was distinctly profound in regards to my life

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