Camp for me does happen on season out of the whole year. I live camp. I am currently studying Adventure Ed. at Green Mountain College with a concentration in Camp Management and Youth Development. I am pretty much majoring in camp.
This coming summer I will be working again at Camp Johnsonburg, a small presbyterian summer camp located in Warren County, New Jersey. It will be my third year as a full summer camp counselor and I am looking forward to being senior staff.
I just love sharing my knowledge with new counselors, so I guess that is what this blog will be. Me, sharing my knowledge about camp with you!
Long Live Camp
wow if only majoring in camp were possible for me…more colleges need to offer adventure education. jealous of you and id love to hear more about your college experience with that! i mean we (camp lovers) all know how wonderful camp is but someone majoring in camp management is relatively unheard of and im sure we would all love to hear more.
best of luck!
elaborating on my last post~
it is the best because i mean hello im in love with it and really i shouldnt have to explain why its the best because we all can pretty much agree on that.
but its the worst because what am i going to do when i cant go? i mean i already knew i wouldnt be able to go back this summer because of basic training (im going into the national guard) but then i found out that my AIT is 8 weeks at fort jackson in south carolina during the summer of 2014 and then theres the four week rotc camp ill have to do either the summer of 2015 or 2016 (i dont remember which) so basically in college ill have one year where i could possibly go back to camp and what if that doesnt happen and i never get to go back again? it makes me seriously want to reconsider my career choices so i can go again.
so camp is the worst because as insanely happy as it makes me, it makes me just as insanely sad when im not there or able to go back and that is a lot of pain.
From the top of the tallest pine tree at camp there are invisible bungee cords that stretch from the very tip of the tree to our hearts.
Now, bungee cords are elastic, they’re not chains. That means they stretch. They allow us to leave camp and go out into the…
You may think, my dear, when you grow quite old
You have left camp days behind,
But I know the scent of wood smoke
Will always call to mind
Little fires at twilight
And trails you used to find.
You may think someday you have quite grown up,
And feel so worldly wise
But suddenly from out of the past
A vision will arise
Of merry folk with brown bare knees
And laughter in their eyes.
You may live in a house built to your taste
In the nicest part of town
But someday for your old camp togs
You’d change your latest gown
And trade it for a balsam bed
Where stars all night look down.
You may find yourself grow wealthy
Have all that gold can buy.
But you’d toss aside a fortune
For days ‘neath an open sky
With sunlight and blue water
And white clouds sailing by.
For once you have been a camper
Then something has come to stay
Deep in your heart forever
Which nothing can take away,
And heaven can only be heaven
With a camp in which to play.
I miss this. These people, this place, the feelings, just everything. I don’t think I’ll ever not miss it when I’m gone. It’s the only place that’s ever really felt like home to me. A place I can be myself, not bothering to care what anyone thinks, never holding back any facet of my personality. A place where practically everyone I meet automatically becomes family. A place with unlimited time to listen and hugs to give.
I miss camp.