1983

Jenny Belote Wells

I started my camp experience as a staff brat at age 6. My mother was the camp nurse for one, two week, session and my brother John (then called Andy) and I each stayed a week. I'm the youngest of 5 and all of my siblings had been to camp before me, so I was destined to become a faithful Alumni. I loved my first experience with my mother and couldn't wait to become an official camper.  continue reading »

Chanco Spirit...

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 »

Mike Stallings

What can I say. Chanco was one of the defining places in my life. I started as a camper at 10 and ended as a Councilor Archery instructor. But you never really leave chanco.

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Lora Glanville Saunders (Lori)

Hey!  I have been waiting for this.  Thank you Greg!   continue reading »

Goddess of Grace

Good grief,

Looking at the pictures of Danny, Marion, Greg, Caroline and countless othes whose names I can't connect to the correct faces is daunting and fabulous, simultaneously.  continue reading »

Great to Find!

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I was just Googling around and found the Camp Chanco website. What a treat!  continue reading »

I think I was a Wookie

I remember ‘The Great Water Battle’ on Star Wars “Big Day” 1980 something - old camp. Never again will such a number be gathered upon a battle field – number of water balloons that is, mountains of them all around, boxes full. Yea but for the merciful mysteries of water, many souls would have left that field for glory in the ensuing carnage of insane play. In fact, I don’t believe I am quite dry to this very day my dears...

I think I was a Wookie that day or something. Whaaaaoooaahhh!

Our backs against the bluff, the Rebels master plan was to hold fire until the massive Empire army drew close – thanks Dave Ballote! I must confess, I knew fear in those opening moments, though I was among friends – Laura, Mark, Hillary, Krissy, Pat, The Little Debbies, the popular Dirty Dozen and others.

How could any of us know that just a few seconds later, on a small patch of ground at a summer camp, before an alter of God and the James River, in one slice of time there would exist a twenty foot space of air filled with more water balloons than exists in some small countries I think.

There, beneath the charging bathing suit mob, we heard a sickening ‘thwop!’ as perhaps hundreds of water balloons found their targets. And the attack progressed with fury and insane laughter down Dining Hall Hill (slope) perhaps as the sun moved the shadows off some distant moon far far away. You know like in a galaxy far far away or something.

Of course “The Empire” brought the heavy equipment. Two pump action fire extinguishers and the dreaded water hose stalked among a hundred or so screaming campers and staff wielding buckets, squirt guns, powder bombs and water balloons. In a few seconds it was all over.

By the way, I think technically the Empire won that day so we left the plot… Ah, the Rebels left wetter than the mighty “Empire” – Much!

Regardless, the Rebels threw an Ewok party that night on the beach (as is the Wookie custom! Arhaaoooogggg!) and everyone was happy to be alive, though not quite dry still… <><>

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