For some, camp is first-time-away-from-home ecstasy; for others, it’s the ultimate bug-juice-induced torture. And this week — as former campers and parents of campers — we cover the gamut.
I happened to experience both. The first camp I attended, around the age of 12, was a quaint Poconos Lutheran camp where we crafted rainbow God’s eyes and sang vaguely religious campfire songs. It was also the site of my first massive crush — a stone-cold-fox boys’ camp counselor who always wore a red flannel shirt and black sailor’s cap. Now, he was heaven.
The hell: At 13, I found myself in a much fancier Chesapeake Bay camp featuring the nastiest bully I’ve ever encountered, albeit one in a monogrammed pink polo. She slept in the bunk below me and would nightly shove her feet repeatedly in the back of my flimsy bed and call me Fatso as I flew into the air. Thankfully I bonded with an adorable Swedish sailing instructor who spoke little English.
“Ja, ja, ready about, hard alee!”
Sigh. A camp crush can heal all.
From the campground:
- Amy Barr explores the microcosm of bunk life.
- I interview Rachel Sklar, enterpreneur and uber camper.
- Jennifer Ha and Wendy Goldman Scherer unpack their kids’ camp bags.
- Bethanne Patrick shares two books about the best and worst of camp.
- Lauren Young charts her life in moments at Camp Kweebec, accompanied by the perfect playlist.
- Slone Davidson gets kicked out of camp — and lives to tell.
- Tamara Reynolds identifies and defines three special types of “campers,” as well as treats us to a few Cowboy & Campfire Recipes.
This is a jam-packed, two-week issue folks. We’re taking next week off to celebrate our 1 year anniversary of TueNight! More on that to come…
See you at the canteen,