When I was older, my cousin and I went to a four-week(!) camp in what seemed to me a wilderness. Again I was lucky to not be alone, and when my cousin and our cabinmates jumped the owners’ daughter thinking it was me, we all got in with the in crowd, after they (un)ceremoniously tossed me in the lake to celebrate my birthday. I did get to shower by myself that day, avoiding that childhood horror of the group shower! IIRC it this was between 6th and 7th grade, that awkward age, so we did a lot a screaming about having to occasionally intermingle with the neighboring boys camp, including a dance (omigod omigod having to slow dance with the cootiebugs to Ferry Cross the Mersey).
At this camp we had a long running athletic contest, divvied up into two groups, the Coms and the Chees, and also two big affairs The first was a costume parade, I think for the 4th of July. I don’t remember what we wore, but I do remember the group costume of some older girls. There were prolly five girls, two used giant-size boxes painted up like dice, and the other three wore big placards artfully painted as playing cards, not unlike the old signboards worn by sidewalk advertisers. I used this idea myself with friends in college.
It was a riding camp really, I weaseled out of riding as much as I could – horses are BIG. I did well in Archery in particular, as I remember it, still have my junior yeoman pin in my jewelry box. I also still have the small dish I enamelled in a blue green ombre.
Archery, riflery, horseback riding, swimming, boating, crafts, and everything else. It was great fun. Hope you all were as lucky, at least.
Photo by Sam Howzit under Creative Commons license