Sleepaway sage Laurie Kahn salutes summers past
(08.03.05)
I used to think I was the only girl in America who spent 10 months a year pining for summer camp. My annual refuge, Hawkeye Trail Camps, in a desolate corner of the Adirondacks, was a dramatic departure from my home in suburban Maryland. Instead of screens, most of us relied on mosquito nets for bug and bat protection. There were no showers, so we washed up once a week in the lake.