At age 41, I finally went to summer camp. When it came to vacations, my parents had been more Holiday Inn than Sierra Club. So while my friends trundled off to Bible, canoe and Girl Scout camps, my family hit the national monuments and interstates. Fun and relentlessly educational as those trips were, I longed for the lazy lake days, campfires and group camaraderie that seems to blossom best in the piney togetherness of overnight camp.
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