When 60+ of my Danforth cousins (children to 7 siblings) were trying to find a place to meet, we decided to have a long weekend on Lake Fairlee, Vermont with the Ohana Family Camp as our playground.
That’s where we were lucky to be over the 4th of July during our most recent heat wave.
Our parents had all instilled in us a love of the outdoors, athletics, summer camps, Outward bound and singing as part of our childhood, so we slipped easily into the camp scene. We immersed ourselves in swimming and boating at the waterfront, tennis and archery, art and crafts, Ultimate Frisbee, and table games. Smaller kids had T-ball, story time, puppet shows, and bug and amphibian identification. All of us were wiped out by the end of the day.
Some of us slept in platform tents, others in cabins. Each bed outfitted was with yummy sheets and light wool blankets. Two nights that we were there, it rained hard. Rain was sheeting off the tent fly about 10 feet from my bed with not a drop coming in. I felt so young!
Food was locally grown and delicious, served on a lovely porch overlooking the view below.
Our last night there were campfires, marshmellows, guitars and all of us trying to remember the songs our parents used to sing in the 40’s, so that those would at least not be lost with that generation.
Best of all there was certain hilarity in remembering our youth and realizing we really had not grown up at all.
See this link for more on Ohana Family Camp.
