My brother and I started going to summer camp in the late 60’s, early 70’s – it was something we always looked forward to and counted the days until summer came and we could run on the open fields, climb Gates Mountain, or escape to an Outpost. Our mother was terminally ill with cancer and this was a much needed break for both of us – to swim in the warm sun, relax during Vespers, and especially work with the livestock and horseback ride.

We went to winter school at Bar 717 in 1973-4, which tremendously changed our lives; my parents knew that our mother was at the end of her battle with cancer, and they wanted a place for my brother and I to go to where we could just be kids. The teachers, counselors and staff were incredible, and we spent our time being home schooled, taking care of the animals, milking cows, and for me especially, horseback riding.

My brother’s favorite counselor was someone named “Ham”; I loved the horsemanship skills of 2 brothers (Zwain?). We are now in our 50’s, and we both remember daily what an amazing experience this was for us. I still live on a ranch, and ride my horses. The affect it had on us? Forever life changing 🙂

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