I have a friend who calls this time we now occupy (the week between Christmas and New Year’s) “Dead Week.” I think they got the phrase from an article celebrating this liminal space, in the author’s words, “When it’s the only time I don’t feel late to my own life.”... read more
Sometimes a Picture Really is Worth 1,000 words The above picture- taken of the pre-camp work crew in 1976- has been circulating lately, and the comments are revealing. I don’t suppose any of the subjects imagined at the time that they would look back, nearly 50 years later, and describe... read more
It may just be sentimentality, but this has to be one of the most beautiful falls I have ever seen at Camp. Everyday I think it will be the last - the peak - but each day I am taken by the lingering colors, and the ever changing light. Today... read more
There is a white pine at Camp that towers above the rest of the forest. It is visible even from Nesbit Island, nearly a mile from Camp. We haven’t cored it -to determine its age, but best estimates from those who know these sorts of things put the age of... read more
Thirty years ago, on the eve of the opening of Camp, Andre Theisen, the Boys Camp director and I were frantically trying to finish a project that seemed to us to be the most important thing to do - hanging a 4’ x 8’ New York Times crossword puzzle in... read more