On the first day of summer camp, the lake water is freezing, everything smells funny, the food is weird, there are mosquitoes everywhere, and the dark is so…dark.
On the second day of summer camp, the water isn’t so cold, pine trees smell good, and, you know, you’re pretty hungry and the food’s not bad after all.
On the third day of summer camp, you no longer miss your phone, you haven’t thought about your parents since the second day, you barely notice the mosquitoes, and you don’t know whether you’re more excited about jumping off the high dive, riding the zip line, taking out a sailboat, or making a canoe paddle.
Kids all over experience camp, but the summer camps of Maine have their own unique culture, with sessions that last nearly the whole season, traditions that have been handed down for more than a century, and a sense of continuity that stems only from kids going
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