Can't wait to start camp on Monday. Feeling really hungry this year. Watch out world.
I fell in love with folk music at Surprise Lake Camp. It was the songs of Woody Guthrie and the Weavers.
Having a campfire and roasted marshmallows, to me that sounds like Heaven.
Some of the best conversations I've had are sitting around a camp fire.
I went to this very disorganized Jewish summer camp in Maine called Camp Modin.
I've said before: 'If you're going to earnestly sing a song around a campfire, you'd better be a Muppet!' Or else we're just not going to buy it.
Much of the music I remember from camp was unofficial: the songs a counselor would play for us on acoustic guitar or that an older camper would sing after telling us a tale of his hard-knock life. We couldn't get enough of 'One Tin Soldier' or 'Cat's in the Cradle.'
We did all the standard camp numbers: "Down By The Aegean," "I Am My Own Great-Great-Great-Great Grandpa," "This Land is Minos's Land.
