Directors Corner 9 March 08

It is quite different to see our camp covered in snow. The lake is frozen and ice fishermen are replacing the swimmers and boaters of summer. Those hot summer days seem so far away. Don’t get me wrong, I love sled riding down the old dining hall hill and ice skating on the lake. But it does not replace the enjoyment of playing wiffle ball, ultimate frisbee or the coolness of the arts & crafts barn on a hot summer day. I miss the dusty cabin field and the warm sand at the waterfront. I miss looking across the lake toward Moonbow Rock as I eat my after dinner chipwich. These are just some things only Woodstockers love and understand.

Everyone is invited to our open house April 27. Meet the staff, see the facilities and enjoy the beauty the "Quiet Corner of Connecticut" has to offer.

See you all soon,

Tony

Camp Director

'It's a windy day on Black Pond. The water is choppy, the trees are rocking. All is calm. Until suddenly...'

"YEAH!" An Advanced Sailor sails by, flying across the lake. The edge of the boat is under the water, the sailor leaning off the other side. He goes straight over the center of Black Pond, heading away from the boathouse, without even looking back. He's free. Free from his problems, free from his stress. THis is how he escapes from his problems, he sails away. He's glad to have a moment alone. He's so relaxed out there, though beginning sailors watch with admiration, wondering how he does that without hesitation. He just smiles at them, remembering watching someone sail by him like that, years ago. But they're gone now. He's by himself, just going where the wind blows. The wind turns, he turns. It slows, he slows. But it speeds up again, and he leans over the boat, smiling, flying over the water.

My name is Vinny, and this is why I go to Camp Woodstock every year, for the thrill of solo sailing.