I remember the moment that the camp bug bit me. I was 9 years old, sitting on a damp log at Campfire on my very first night at camp. I looked across the circle at a group of girls and counselors I barely knew and I felt it. This. This was something special. This was something that I wanted to experience over and over again.
In the decades since that moment, I have been lucky enough to have camp be a consistent part of my life. As a lifelong camper and staff member, I have held dozens of positions, partnered with hundreds of families, mentored scores of staff, met friends from around the globe and attended countless campfires.
I look forward to getting to know your daughter – and being there for the moment the camp bug bites her, too!