OK, we dialed “1975” into Charisma’s instruments, slipped the anchor and headed over to the cove where I spent a summer as a camp counselor and sailing instructor over 40 years ago.  What a fun day.

Victim Island

We anchored off Victim Island which is literally about 100 yards offshore the camp.  A little tricky making sure we had room to “swing” in the tide and stay off the rocks, but – cross fingers – it looks like we put the anchor in the right place.  We’ve been as low as 13 feet, and as deep as 25, so hanging in there.

Anyway, after a nice lunch (thank you Ann!), we jumped in the dinghy and headed to camp.  I was astounded at how it had hardly changed in all these years.  It literally felt like yesterday that I was there.  They have done a fabulous job of keeping it in great shape, but exactly like it was all those years ago.  It was magical.  I won’t bore you with all the memories, but here’s a few pics of the trip down memory lane.

Ann found this write up in the camp newsletter from 1975 archive.

I always loved this poem...seems more true than ever after the last five years!

Charisma enjoyed the visit as well. She's never looked prettier!

So, a fun day!  Then Ann grabbed her kayak and paddled off around Victim Island and down the way while I…took a nap.

A good day.