On Camping

Nobody has ever asked me why I love camp so much. That may be a good thing, especially considering the fact that I was never a real camper and don’t have a real reason to love camps as much as I do. The truth is, I’m not really sure where this intense draw came from. I wasn’t a lifelong overnight camper - my only experiences with camp came from The Parent Trap and a handful of brief, two- or three-day excursions with Girl Scouts and my middle school youth group. But my memories of these places, some of which I haven’t seen in ten years or more, are vivid, inspiring, and energizing. There is something deep inside me that responds so strongly, instinctively, and viscerally to the idea of camp.