
Elizaville, New York
Painting, Trapezing & the Tale of the Lost Oreo Keyring
And so we move in the off-season, just us, caretakers Bren and Ian and a few cans of paint. It´s a strange time to be at camp because everything is so quiet. There aren´t any slamming bunk doors, no meals in the mess hall and the noise and traffic of people and cars is replaced by the chugging of three golf carts. It´s a great time to spot wildlife because all the animals who have been...