From the World Outside

The only place where a rock covered with years' worth of gum is considered cool.

A horseshoe of white bunks surrounds a goose-poop-covered rocky path and an oval of damp and squishy grass.

Decades of camper signatures decorate the walls and rafters as reminders of the best years of our lives.

The hot summer sun beats down on loud and giggly girls.

Sunshine glitters on the surface of Lake Oldham as clumps of seaweed lurks in a graveyard of lost bracelets.

Sunsets consisting of the most gorgeous pink, yellow, orange, red, and purple hues fill the evening sky.

Friday nights bring a chorus of sweet and spirited voices that leaves the Pine Grove to drift across the lake. Songs ripple across the water, reaching as far as the island.

The world outside proudly claims a unique fashion sense of Crocs and messy buns, and the occasional wild blue and gold get-ups. Y’rush girls tense, awaiting the blowing of whistles. They’ve been waiting for years, and now their time is finally here.

The best three days consist of an overwhelming amount of blue, gold, poiple, green, and enthusiasm. Three competitive days of tradition, division, french braids, singing, puffy paint shirts, late nights, and few showers.

Forget Disney World, Camp Pembroke is the most magical place on earth. It’s something indescribable, a once upon a time.

Summer sisters will always be. Even when watch and sports bra tans have faded and camp wrists are no longer. Rusty washers won't stay on forever, but unlike string, our bonds will never break.

Welcome to the world outside, you are here, you’re finally here. Here is where your journey begins.