We monitor energy levels while staying ready to reassure the boy who has had a bad dream or feels homesick. We balance education and nurturing. The cabin for Outpost has two sleeping wings extending from a common room with a huge fireplace, an attached lavatory, and heat and electricity. This division tends to be our largest. The cabins share a bathroom and shower house, and feature hot water, electricity, and flush toilets. This age is ideal for summer camp, as boys are physically functional yet learn to shed peer-induced inhibitions. As boys enter adolescence, they encounter questions and opportunities. Camp provides an ideal place for these youngsters to experience the success of wilderness tripping programs in the High Peaks of the Adirondacks.
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Your teen will love spending the summer at any of these fun day camps and overnight camps for girls and boys. When it comes to the activities teens can enjoy during the summer, there are an infinite number of possibilities. Campers learn to work as a group and live in harmony with the environment. The program offers both day and overnight options at locations nationwide.
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No doubt a bit more rustic than his own room, it is where he will sleep, relax, socialize and play games during his stay. Importantly, it is a place where close relationships with campers and counselors are forged—which is one of the primary philosophies of Brant Lake Camp. The bunks have hot and cold water, washing and toilet facilities and most of the younger age group bunks have showers—although the boys generally use their nearby area shower houses.
In the summer of , when I was 12 years old, I spent my first summer away from home, in Zionsville, Indiana, at the Goldman Union Camp Institute, which everyone called GUCI for short, pronounced like the luxury goods line. Founded in for Reform Jewish kids, the place was bland, nothing to write home about: some cabins and a dining hall, an all-purpose building, swimming pool, and play fields scattered in flat, dry, central Indiana. I was shy and self-conscious that year, still dressing in matching outfits that my mother picked out, and the idea of going away for a month was terrifying. But Becky had an older sister from whom she learned about the ways of the world, and she said it was time for us to go to overnight camp. Camp was divided into three age groups, and within each age group there were a few cabins of boys and girls. Becky and I were the youngest of the middle group—in other words, nothing in the middle of nothing. Like Indiana. My curly hair was cut short and made a kind of triangle shape out of my head. I had terrible eyesight and wore unattractive glasses.