As someone who was only ever a camper at Chanco, I have a much different perspective on the Chanco experience than do those who were counselors, especially those who were counselors for years and years, longer than they were ever campers. A lot of the in-jokes that might make sense to any counselor who ever encountered this website seem fuzzy at best to me. Instead, I have the perspective of one who was always a camper, and never quite knew what was going on when we campers were in bed or otherwise not around. Sometimes, though, the counselors would make veiled references to these things, and we campers would pick up on half of a story even as the rest of the story was forever hidden from us. This is a story like that, and therefore, it's not complete. I can only offer my incomplete perspective as a camper who was around for it, but never quite knew what was going on.

One thing about the camper/counselor relationship that I definitely remember from my days as a camper, especially in my younger years,  continue reading »

During the 7 years it takes to get from age 10 to age 16, a lot of things change in a person's life--so much more than changes in any given 7-year period of adulthood, or at least that's how it seems. One big thing that changed for me was my attitude, as well as those of the boys around me, towards girls. The first summer I went to camp, when I was 10 years old, the boys in my campsite and I presented a united front: girls were annoying and we wanted little to do with them. This was an easy stance to take, and in my own prepubescent infinite wisdom, I never imagined that I'd change my mind about it.

The first year I was at camp, when I was 10, my campsite (Luke II) staged a raid on a girls' campsite. This involved all of us waking up in the dead of night--probably really only at midnight or thereabouts, which seems incredibly early to me now, but would have been insanely late by the standards of an 10 year old with a 9 PM bedtime when he was at home. We then snuck down the path past the bathhouse, very quietly and with no flashlights at all. Once we arrived in the girls' campsite  continue reading »

I just dropped off my 12 year old son for his first Camp Chanco experience at 3rd Session...a whole 2 weeks...and let me tell you, I have had an awful case of that green-eyed monster, JEALOUSY!!!!   I have repeatedly asked him if I could stow away in his footlocker for the past week.  I remember so fondly the excitement of that first day...who will I see??, who will be back this year??, what campsite will I be in???  what kind of fun stuff will I get to do???   Ohhhh the fun he will have!!!  He was even singing in the car on the way about how Mom didn't get to go as I laughed at him  continue reading »