Some What-We-Talk-About-When-We-Talk-About-Anne-Frank Shit
My first time camping was with the CCF (=ROTC, but compulsory) in my Lord of the Flies all boys' high school. All the other kids had nice light packs. I had to use an army issue exterior frame pack with a couple of canvas rucksacks attached. Weighed about 20 pounds empty. And my uniform boots, because I didn't have hiking boots. And it rained. And it was boggy. My feet got soaked.
It was a solid 25 years before I went camping again.
Last time was with 1000 of my closest friends in a parking lot for Oregon Ragnar Trail 2022 at Mt Batchelor on a recovering broken ankle.
I'm overdue a fun hiking trip!
I’m sorry you had such a bad experience. 😭 I loved summer camp growing up but we were in cabins and got to ride horses. (Camp Marydale. Yay Girl Scouts!) I was a camp counselor/riding instructor too all through college and can confirm if the teenagers in charge werent lesbians they were def flirting with the only male (usually a lifeguard or guy that mowed the lawn) and he was never hot. Yay hormones. Also drinking happened off camp. Every weekend. That seems to be across the board. I do remember going on all overnight horse ride. And they shoved 4 of us in 2 person tents. While wearing jeans. In Louisiana summer. That was prob the worst of it. I could be blocking out a lot though 😂
I only went to summer camp 3 times as a kid, twice in Girl Scouts and once to a Lutheran Church camp, each of them one week. The Lutheran Church one was miserable in so many ways I still don't eve like thinking about it. Haaaated it.
Glad you got to get out on the Missouri this summer! I don't do river travel much, but do love camping -- as long as it's not church camp.
Chris still marvels at how quickly kids at camp can be turned into bitter rival factions based on nothing but being randomly assigned to a team/side/color. I'm sure there have been whole psychology articles written about it. And camping on a flood plain with a storm coming? Dang, that some poor camp counseling. When my family went camping in Oklahoma & New Mexico, my parents instilled in me a great fear of being caught in a wash during a flash flood. I used to be afraid to even linger in a wash--much less camp in one!
My goodness. We went camping with the Y once, and slept in a cabin in cots. I often felt jealous of scouts but never the kids who went to summer camps. The stories are always terrible and this may be the worst I've read in a while. I'm so sorry. The color days... They just sound like a recipe for horror. What are they trying to teach kids?
A sad camping story (regrets from your mom about not realizing how bad it was). Maybe you'll compare it with the "Burning Man" experience long afterwards. As always, provocative prose.
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