I never went to camp as a kid, so I'm making up for lost time. In 1986, I was a counselor at Camp Buckskin near Ely, MN, in the Superior National Forest. On swampy Lake McDougal, about 150 kids, ages 6-18 had a good time, and still do. Then in 1992, I led trips for Camp Sealth -- a 400-acre coed residential camp on Vashon Island near Seattle, serving 7-16 year olds (300-400 at a time). Beautiful place, lots of nice Douglas firs and icky jellyfish.
In 1993, a wonderful friend told me about Eden (aka Flying Moose Lodge), and I've been hooked ever since. I tried to kick the habit in 1995 by substituting the corporate world of Honeywell and a trek to the Rainbow Gathering in New Mexico. It didn't work. I quit my job and went back to school (UW-Eau Claire, UW-Madison) to focus on experiential education.
Unlike those other Moose Lodges, Flying Moose Lodge has no secret hoofshakes, no secret Moose bellows, or antler locks. Just 47 boys and 13-15 counselors and a few other staff folk (like me) who, since 1921, have loved: