Dear Lanakila 2009, I`m writing to you with green grass in my mind

Volume 88 Greetings from Fairlee Winter Issue 2010
Dear Lanakila 2009,
I’m writing to you with green grass in my mind, but the scene out my
window is anything but. Winter snow covers everything and I haven’t seen
a bathing suit in Fairlee for months. I guess this is the price we pay for our
beautiful summer in Vermont.
I have been thinking ahead to the summer of 2010, but yesterday my
brain skipped into 2011; it will be our 90th summer. Every five years we
have an end-of-the-summer reunion, and that means coming up with a
reunion theme to focus the energy. That quest sent me back to 2009, and the
memory of a Council Fire moment when I looked up, saw all of you, and felt this tremendous sense of gratitude
and love for the community we have created at Lanakila. In that moment I heard the words “our camp-made
friendship strong and deep” from the Council Fire song, and I knew in that instant that our reunion theme had
been chosen.
“Camp-made friendships strong and deep.” So true. Where else do we have so many people we can trust and
open our hearts to? Where else do people so willingly forgive us for our mistakes and accept the differences
in people? Where else can we know that we have made a “friend for life,” even if we never have to say those
specific words? Our camp friendships weather the storm and seem to hold up during both hard times and easy
times. Camp-made friendships go much deeper than most we have in other places, beyond just the facts of our
lives and into the center of each other where we have tender spaces filled with hopes, dreams and fears.
I have camp friends I have known since I was eight years old… over 55 years… and there is something very
strong about those bonds. We trust each other with the truth and with our softness as well as our humor and
playfulness. There is something very special about having been to camp together or even just meeting someone
who went to Lanakila. There is an instant trust, a feeling that you are safe with them, and that you have both
shared something that you loved and honored.
Lanakila 2009 was a place of profound friendship, and I thank you all for adding to that. There was kindness
and respect and forgiveness, but most of all an overwhelming desire to be the kinds of people we know we are
capable of being. Lanakila friendships can set a very high standard, and one that is often hard to meet in the
rest of our lives. I hope we never give up trying.
In some very real way, you are each my friend, and even though I am not in your cabins and tents on a daily
basis, I know who you are and you know who I am. Perhaps that is the greatest gift we can give to each other.
As the year progresses, I wish you the sweetness of caring and the joy of acceptance and I hope that 2010
will be your best year ever. This coming summer promises to be spectacular, and I am happy I can see all my
friends again in June, July and August.
Peace and Skol and Love,
Barnes Boffey
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Dear Lanakilans,
I was stuck in holiday shopping traffic last weekend and not surprisingly,
began to think about the fact that camp is only six months away!!! Kt (and
Nora) had warned me that traffic was going to be unbearable, but what can
I say, I love being out and about during this time of year. As we approached
36 minutes at a complete standstill, Kt had an “I told you so” expression
on her face. At that moment, I remembered a concept I’d discussed with
Robbie last summer. It was actually the question, “What’s the gift?” One that
seemed simple enough to answer but turned out to be quite difficult.
Sure, I could have admitted to Kt that sitting in traffic was not the best way
to spend a Saturday afternoon. Or I could remind myself that I was hanging
out with my two favorite people and we were embarking on a grand adventure to buy presents
for our loved ones. Needless to say, I chose the latter approach and was able to see the ‘gift’ in a
seemingly difficult situation.
In every situation, there is the opportunity to ask ourselves, “What’s the gift?” Just by asking the
question, we change the way we look at tricky situations. It happens every day of our lives, whether
it is in school, on a sports team, or at Lanakila. We may not see it, but the question is always waiting
to be asked. For example, if a camper came up six points short of the score he needed for his Tyr
in Archery, he could approach the situation in one of two ways. He could be angry and frustrated,
deciding to give up on archery all together. Or he could ask himself, “what’s the gift?” Perhaps the
gift was that he scored seven points higher than he did the day before and now had the opportunity
to work with one of his favorite counselors, Miles Hume, again the next day.
Another example would be if a camper didn’t get into the count for shop like he’d wanted to. He
could decide to sneak over to the area of the dining hall during the next meal to make sure he got into
the count, or he could ask the question, “What’s the gift?” Perhaps the gift was that he’d finally make
time to go to the kayak roll clinic at boating that everyone told him was so much fun.
What I hope for this winter season is that each and every one of you reminds yourself of the potential
“gift” in every situation. Just by asking the question of yourself, you’ll be making the conscious
choice to decide how you want to view the situation.
I wish you all the best and can’t wait for Opening Day 2010.
Skol,
Ridge, Kt, Nora, Zuni and Quinn
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Greetings Bridge 09,
I hope things are well with you. I feel very close to camp and the Bridge
most times during the winter, but then there are other times – such as now,
when I am preparing to write my doctoral dissertation – when camp seems
like such a distant memory. I mean, how could my life be any more different:
instead of being surrounded by crowds of people, and great weather, and
hard but fun physical work, I am now sitting alone at a desk, crunching
numbers and writing annotated bibliographies in grey silence. But then I
think a bit longer, and I realize that maybe the Bridge was the PERFECT
training for writing a dissertation. Right? For example:
1) What better training ground for deep thinking than the kitchen, standing next to the Hobart,
pondering the existential question: “Is there any water in condensed orange juice?” Now, maybe
this question should not have been an argument that lasted for three days. Some may have even
called the debate asinine. Nevertheless, it does serve as a great model for a research topic.
2) How about: “What happens to an organism when it is removed from its natural environment?” I
think we did a fine job of testing this one as well. I’ll put a footnote here to examine the case
of Dewey, Pat, and the bat first, and we can also look at Pingea (and the rest of his tent) when
irritated at nighttime by an infantile neighbor. Kung-Fu at its best.
3) There were quantitative studies aplenty as well. How many chops with the post hole digger does
it take to actually get a hole started… on the left side of a fire, in the middle of a monsoon, on top of a
volcanic rock outcrop, in a pseudo-swamp (see Warehime, Whitter, et. al).. Or how about: How
many seconds will it actually take, if we all work together? (See Cutler, 2009. Also see Cutler
putting his foot in every Bridger’s behind who mocks him, 2009-2072). Or even: What is the
tipping point of lost clothing items, after which Pat Sullivan will start to notice that he no longer has
any possessions? How about bringing in some statistical probability: What are the odds that a
group of 16 year old men do not ruin a single toilet over the course of eight weeks?
Looking back, I think we did a fine job of testing some academic hypotheses and giving me some
food for thought for my work during the winter. I even shot some of these ideas over email to Bryan
Partridge, as I knew he was also working on a dissertation and might be inspired. He told me that
he thought the ideas for research were great, but he was already locked into his topic: “Which color
Crayola crayon is most effective for drawing pretty pictures?” (Bryan was still a bit sore that his thesis
advisor shot down his original idea, “What color Crayola crayon has the best flavor and smoothest
after-taste?”).
Anyway, the point is this: I’ll take ANY reason that I can
get to reminisce about you guys and about the amazing
times we had this summer. It wasn’t all a picnic, but it was
a summer full of memories that I won’t soon forget, and
I hope you won’t either. Have a great winter, and stay in
touch, fellas!
Peace,
Jeremy
For the bases were now loaded; the winning run was up to bat;
One quick homerun would win it, and the crowd began to chat:
“Would Cannon blow the ten run lead?” “Would Pennoyer leave him in?”
“Would the counselors ever recover if the campers could somehow win?”
Rutger knocked a double that bounced off the old barn roof;
Wallick blasted the ball so hard it vanished with a “POOF!”
Then Luisfer and Duncan hit back to back base hits;
When Cosslett hit another, counselors cried into their mitts,
Eldredge, Snipes, and Nasr erupted then with cheers,
While Prill and Grossman stared at Ross, and showered him with jeers.
The game was getting closer; the lead had shrunk to five;
And the counselors tittered nervously like little girls at Hive.
Mulno launched a bullet that would have entered into orbit
Had it not struck Peter Miller’s gut, which managed to absorb it.
Then Henry Huang—the slugger—blazed a line drive deep to right
Where Fisk and Stewart were bickering in language impolite.
And Gambino and Jack Mallet both did what they had to do
To clear the way up to the plate for Crary One and Crary Two.
And with Crippen, Lentz, and Loving, all ready on the bench
The counselors smelled it in the air: that dreaded comeback stench.
Cannon was throwing strikes all day with Gerrity behind the plate,
And the campers’ chance of winning seemed both little and too late.
But Santucci rounded the bases, when Richter’s blast bounced fair,
And Wiecking advanced the runner, un-phased by Cannon’s stare.
The counselors in the field that day all cheered themselves and smiled.
Hoyt and Lee broke out in song; McGinn was going wild;
Dobronyi—king of the double play—and Kabawat with a smile
Both sensed this game would soon be won, and won, indeed, in style.
The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Brookside boys that day;
The score stood twelve to two, with but one inning left to play.
They say that Mushball’s a game for friends—a Brooksider tradition;
But not when campers take on counselors, who play sans inhibition.
Dear Brookside,
Hope you stay in good pitch,
Robbie
* * *
Oh, somewhere in this favored land I hope your year’s been bright;
I hope you think of Brookside, which now sits snowy white.
And that’s all I have to write you. Happy New Year and have fun,
And think back to that Brookside Mushball game—the game the campers
won.
From the benches packed with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
And now Ross Cannon holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Donnie’s blow.
One strike was called against him, so the counselors were two away,
And the Brookside fans grew nervous; they could hardly watch Don play.
But McIntosh smiled at Cannon, and once more the Mushball flew,
But Don, he still ignored it, and the umpire yelled, “Strike two!”
For thirty years, old Donnie Mac had played for the counselors’ team,
But for reasons still uncertain it had always been his dream
To play a season for the Brooksiders, so he arranged a trade,
And for the price of a Snickers bar that dreamed of trade was made.
Then everyone fell silent; the fans just stopped and stared,
For the man approaching the batter’s box was half-bald, half silver-haired.
“The veteran, Don McIntosh,” one knowingly replied.
“He was traded last year for a candy night.” The Brookside fans all sighed.
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ATTENTION WOODSIDE!
I’ve received troubling news about Stuart Dickison that YOU MUST READ!
Without the irregular camp routine that is Jeremy Cutler’s scheduling fiasco, Stuart
has gone bananas! It started the day after camp ended when I received a call from
James…
“Bleecker, did you notice anything funny about Stuart this summer?”
“About Stuart?! Of course! Lots of funny things!”
“No, I’m not talking about the way he looks…”
In the background I heard a “HEY!” from Andrew.
James continued- “When we left camp Stuart was acting very strangely, and
as we were leaving Vermont, he suddenly jumped out of the car! We can’t
find him anywhere!”
“That is strange,” I said. “I’ll see what I can do.”
So I did what any sensible person would do. I called Zion.
“Hey Zion, I just spoke with James and he said Stuart went crazy… What should we do?”
“I was afraid of this,” said Zion. “Stuart didn’t seem himself after final Council Fire. He tried
convincing us we should stay living in the cabin instead of going home.… I didn’t realize he hated
Oklahoma so much…”
“Ohhh… I know what’s wrong,” I said thoughtfully. “It’s not Oklahoma. Oklahoma’s OK… I think
I know what to do. Thanks.”
So I called Jack Cherry.
“Hey Jack, have you seen Stuart anywhere…?”
“Yup, he’s right here. I can’t get rid of him. Here he is.”
“Bleecker?”
“Hey Stu, are you okay?”
“Uuhhh… Not really. Jack’s too strong. I can’t kidnap him.”
“Stuart, you can’t kidnap Jack.”
“But I want to stay in cabin 1 with my campers! I don’t want to go home! I want to have the same
cabin next year and every year after!”
“Dude, Woodside ’09 was incredible and nobody wants it to end, but remember that part of what
makes camp so special is that every summer is unique.”
“I guess you’re right. But I still don’t feel good about it…”
“Well how do you want to feel about it?”
“Good.”
“Okay, and what are you doing to make that happen?”
“Kidnapping campers.”
“Is that working?”
“No.”
“How about this? What if every Woodsider called you before the summer? Would that make you
feel better? Would you stop trying to kidnap campers?”
Stuart thought for a second and then said “Yeah, that might work! Thanks Bleecker!”
So that’s how Stuart went crazy and almost became a serial-camper-kidnapper. If we want a winter,
it’s essential that we each call Stuart at 918-810-1447. His sanity depends on us! Thanks guys, and I
hope 2010 is a wonderful year for us all.
Havin’ fun,
Bleecker
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Dear Hillside 2009,
It is everyone’s favorite time of year, the snow is falling, people are getting
together, and bright, shiny lights fill the night’s sky. At the New Year’s dawn,
the sleepless nights filled with anticipation towards next summer start to
slowly set in and Tommy Dickie begins his obsessive quest of predicting the
Oscars. Everywhere you look, newspapers and magazines are publishing
“Best Of” lists, to celebrate the upper echelon of quality throughout the year.
As the Lanalog is just about the most reputable publication I can think of, it
just wouldn’t be the same without a similar rundown.
My Top 20 Moments from Hillside 2009:
20) The HC4 Workout Crew
19) The Sudden Monsoon on Opening Day
18) Hi Cooper!
17) Waiting up to hear Lakeside’s “Taps,” then playing ours loud enough for
them to hear it
16) The Hillside Water Fight
15) Tassi von Gerlach
14) The First Half Ping Pong Final Between Aurel and Simon
13) Tommy Dickie Leaving at Half
12) Tommy Dickie Returning for the Final Week (should be closer to #1, but our
editors decided to put these sequentially so as to not sadden our venerable head of Drama)
11) Anything David Westcott Ever Said or Did
10) Blue Lavender – enough said.
9) Evan Hamlin in Home-Run Derby
8) Sam Alberti’s Thunderous Full-Body Catch on Opening Night
7) The Surprise Dance Party
6) 2-Minute Shower Drill Before Dances
5) Working on the Island- Special Thanks to the “Castaway Crew”
4) Our Banquet Song Setting a New Standard
3) The Candlelit Clubhouse after Final Council Fire
2) The Counselors
1) The Campers
There you have it, my top 20 memories from Hillside ’09, but there were millions more in such
a wonderful, unforgettable summer. What were some of your favorites? I have many moments
involving each one of you that I will cherish forever; I wish I had space to list them all. Thank you for
making 2009 wonderful.
I wish you all peace and love this winter season and hope to see you all have a safe, speedy return to
Fairlee come the summer. Stay classy Hillside.
Skol,
James
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Dear Lakeside 2009,
Greetings from Vermont! I hope this message finds all of you enjoying the winter
season, or what I like to call “The Offseason.” Shortly after camp ended, when
all of you were home, no doubt nestled in your beds with visions of sugar plums
dancing in your heads, I came to a realization. I had spent so many years trying
to explain to people why my life had seemingly revolved around two months
in the summer. Clearly, those around me had no knowledge of camp or its real
importance, and were unaware of the fact that these seven weeks of true bliss
could also be life changing.
So I started thinking, what was it about this idea that people couldn’t grasp? Was
I the one who was crazy? Knowing that was indeed not the case, I came to the conclusion that people who
have not been to Lanakila don’t realize this one, very important fact: camp is the year, the rest is just the
off season. Now I do realize that this offseason is longer than others; baseball players take a few months
off and then are back at it. It’s the same with many other sports, and with school for that matter. They
break for a few months in the summer and then resume seemingly before you’ve even had a chance to
miss it.
Lanakila is such an amazing place, such a transformative experience, that we need ten months just
to process all the things that have happened. In ten months I have barely stopped laughing at James
Dickison, or ridiculing him for his lack of love for Correct Camp Costume. It’s this time away, what
the layman refers to as the “year,” that we need in order to prepare ourselves to accept all the gifts
Lanakila and its community have to offer. Without it, we might run the risk of burnout, of forgetting the
wonderment of the summer. So I leave you, Lakeside 2009, with this thought. Whether you are to return
next summer or at some point in the future, just remember, the next time someone asks you what you’re
doing this year, simply reply, “This year? Just trying to enjoy the off season baby.”
Best Wishes for a Fabulous Year,
Doug
Dear 2YB 2009,
Gadzooks! Camp finished many months ago. Thousands of hours have
transpired since I saw Robert Kerr eat a fourth serving of meatloaf only to be
disappointed that the kitchen could not supply a fifth. Where has the time
gone? It feels distant now, but it isn’t. I can still see Knowles’ underwear
unveiled by his gravity-tugged trousers. I can smell Oliver. I can hear Angus’s
highbrow, culturally sensitive comedic monologues, Adrian’s rebuttals there to,
and Pat’s unrelated announcements of moderate hunger and tepid-soundingbut-earnest exclamations of joy and approval.
Just as the ghosts of his past called upon Scrooge, I am visited now by wistful
thoughts of Moffitt struggling to control his irrepressible fervor for activity. It
is as though Baker, Hume and Hile are here with me now – in my study as I
put these thoughts to page - examining with good-natured repartee the merits
of local purveyors of corn syrup-based goods. It is as though the summer never ended, as if we never interrupted the well-worn course of camp for this
cold, dark intermission from the sun-bleached docks, the StarBars ™, and everything else that is good
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Alas! These apparitions were no more than that – mere wisps of memory coaxing my consciousness back
to a summer constructed by happy and stalwart young men. All one can do is maintain his composure,
make his winter-time encampment as comfortable as possible, and dream of our first meal in the Main
House, our Purell™, and the last word of grace.
Much Obliged,
Jacob Mushlin
Dear Lanakila,
With the holidays over and the New Year begun with winter
in full force, while we are still left with good feelings about
the tradition of giving, I always think of Lanakila. The
holidays may be the “season of giving” but camp is definitely
the “summer of giving”!
Many traditions that we have at Lanakila originally came
from specific holiday celebrations, like Christmas, but now
we honor all the great beliefs in our world and have kept the
traditions of natural beauty, fire and light, and singing all
during camp and especially during the last week of camp.
Traditions are the heart and soul of camp and the most important one is the tradition of giving!
The best example of this during the summer of 2009 was Ethan Langsdorf-Willoughby’s quest for his full
Odin. Everyone saw Ethan’s determination and unbelievable hard work as he gave hours and hours of
himself to try and achieve something that seemed impossible at the beginning of the summer. During the
full seven weeks, he made time to talk with and befriend lots of Brooksiders, Woodsiders, Hillsiders, and
all his friends in Lakeside. He was not just doing the quest by himself.
He included all of us - campers and counselors. Ethan gave himself to all of us and during those last two
weeks, we were all involved whether it was working with Ethan or just giving him encouragement and
cheering him on. We are all better from just having known Ethan.
When he received his Odin at the last Council Fire, all the traditions of Lanakila came flowing out of the
fire to all of us. It was a most special moment - a great “Lanakila Victory”. I will never forget it! Thank
you, Ethan.
I hope everyone is having a great school year and I’ll be looking forward to seeing you for some early
morning swims and some hikes.
Skol,
Don McIntosh
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Well hello there, my fabulous flock of Oklahomans!
I was so honored when Barnes emailed me last week to ask if
I would write my very first entry for the Winter Lanalog; and
since I’m just a guy who can’t say no, here goes!
I want to start off by giving a big THANK YOU to you all
for being such fun to work with on Oklahoma! You made the
daunting task of directing my very first Lanakila production all
the more smooth with your positive spirit and creative energy.
So as many of you know, I just started a three-year masters
degree in acting at Brown University this fall. I’m learning
SO MUCH; but one of the things we’re focusing on is how to do more with less—how to use the actors to
make theater, rather than depending on the spectacle (the gigantic glowing sets, glitter, and everything
else short of fireworks that pervade Broadway) to wow an audience. And I keep thinking to myself,
“Heck, I know about this! I was raised Lanakila-style, and I know 39 actors from this past summer who
are experts at that!”
I am still impressed at how much we did with just four flats, a bench, a butter churn, a few props, and
some amaaaaaaaaaaazing costumes created by Sue Jacques. But we did it because more essential than
any of that was ALL OF YOU! The charisma, clarity, talent, and joy that the 39 of you brought to that
stage is what earned those standing ovations and everlasting accolades, not any spectacle that many
theater-makers depend on these days in order to win appreciation. I like our way better, as do most
viewers in fact.
Picture the Barn right now: empty, lifeless, and surrounded by snow for many long months. But by
summer it becomes so much more than just a barn; it becomes the home of special events (assemblies,
games, music, talent shows, rainy-day chapels and council fires, and most importantly the Show) that
give it the living and breathing spirit that make the Barn significant for generations of Lanakilans old and
new throughout the year, even when it’s empty. The energy that we put into Oklahoma! was so full and
special that it will live there in the memories that the Barn holds—in its floorboards, rafters, and aura—for
decades to come. You helped create that special imprint in the Barn’s history, for it to live there among
many other imprints of past shows and events.
But most of all, you had FUN! I’m actually on a plane as I write this, on my way back from San Francisco
where my mother and I visited my sister for Thanksgiving. We watched the DVD of Oklahoma! that
Barnes mailed me recently, and my mom and sister kept exclaiming, “Those kids are having such fun!”
That’s right, you sure were. Rick’s number one piece of advice that he left me with before I ventured out
on replacing his 15-year reign as director was “Just make sure the kids are having fun.” Well I think we
accomplished that, don’t you guys? Remember that fun, because it’s that fun that makes anything scary
(such as acting in a play) worth doing.
I SO look forward to doing it all again in 2010, team! We’ll miss those of you who graduated from
Lakeside, but are excited to be joined by those of you who decide to do the Show for the first time! The
Other Tommy, Fraser, Sue and I couldn’t be more excited.
Happy New Year and Skol,
Tommy Dickie
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Cutler’s Corner: Hidden Treasures from the Past
It was like any other August afternoon at camp. American Ball was
being played on the athletic field, Ethan Langsdorf-Willoughby was
building the final Council Fire, Ky Kehl was working diligently on
his boat landings down at the waterfront, and Jeremy was sitting next
to me on the front porch of the Main House. However, what I didn’t
realize was the fact that Jeremy was going to tell me his deepest darkest
secret that he’d never shared with anyone during his 25 years at camp.
“Do you realize that I’ve never taken a swim test?” he said calmly as
Zuni slobbered all over his grey shorts.
“What?” I screamed, not sure I’d heard him correctly. “Did you just say what I think you said?”
“Oh wow,” Jeremy responded. “You gotta promise that you’ll never tell anyone about this. I’ve got a
reputation to uphold.”
“So wait, you’re telling me that 25 years ago when you were ten, you didn’t take your swim test?”
“You are correct.”
“Let me get this straight, when you were a Bridger in 1988, you didn’t have to take a swim test?”
“I hid in my tent while everyone else went down to the lake.”
My mouth remained open in shock. “So when you were thirteen and in Lakeside, 23 wonderful years ago,
Don McIntosh didn’t make you get in the water?”
“Nope. I faked a stomach ache on the first day of camp and they totally forgot to test me. It was pretty
simple back then before the likes of James and Jasper took charge.”
“Jeremy, this is a pretty big deal and I’m not sure I can keep this from the rest of camp. If Barnes has to
take a swim test, I don’t see why you should get out of it.”
“What can I say, I don’t like it when the weeds touch my toes. Why would I want to swim in a lake with
turtles lurking below the surface?”
I had no response to Jeremy at that moment. I couldn’t believe that he’d slipped through the cracks for so
many years. After a few minutes, I finally regained my composure enough to speak. “If you were being
the person you want to be in this situation, don’t you think you should volunteer to take your swim test 26
times next summer, one for each year you’ve been at camp?”
Jeremy sat silently for a minute. “I think I could agree to that, but I’d need to be reminded constantly of
my obligation. If you could get the campers to remind me every day and keep count for me, then I think I
could make it happen.”
So Lanakilans, we have a goal for the summer of 2010! Let’s help Jeremy become the person that he wants
to be. I hope everyone has a brilliant holiday season and we’ll see you in a few months.
Skol,
ZUNI
www.camplanakila.com
Don’t forget to check out Lanakila’s website during the winter. Fraser
Boyd does a great job of keeping pictures current and most of last
summer’s tent/cabin photographs are on the site. Fraser updates
photographs from 2009 every few weeks. You can sign the guest book
and get in touch with your friends from Camp, too. Stay up to date with
news of the winter reunions. If you can’t remember how to spell the
password, it’s “council”. Also check out Lanakila on Facebook!
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The Aloha Foundation Calendar for Summer 2010
RESIDENT
Full Season Dates:
Wednesday, June 23 to
Wednesday, August 11
Show Weekend:
July 17 & 18
Half Session Dates:
Wednesday, June 23 to
Sunday, July 18
or
Tuesday, July 20 to
Wednesday, August 11
ALOHA HIVE ELFIN PROGRAM - 2010
Session Dates:
Tuesday, July 20 to Saturday, July 31
HORIZONS:
Session 1: June 28 - July 9 Session 2: July 12 - July 23
Session 3: July 26 - August 6
Quinn
Zuni
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more, we can send you brochures or a DVD. Or perhaps you might be willing to gather interested families together; we
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