Now six months into this passion blog, I am, admittedly, running out of ideas on what to discuss about the great state of New Jersey. I feel like I have discussed most of the key selling points of my home state. So, for this third to last edition, I am going to discuss something meaningful to me that happens to be in New Jersey. That is the sleep away camp I have been going to since I was 9 years old.
For a lot of people, I think the perception of New Jersey boils down to the shore and the many suburban communities throughout the state. For the past 9 years (minus a few thanks to covid), I have had the joy of seeing a different side of the state. Nestled in the woods of Stokes State Forest in Sussex County, just 2 and 15 miles from the Pennsylvania and New York borders respectively, is 108 acres of land where I have spent many a summer day and night. Without needing to leave the borders of New Jersey, I have had the opportunity to slow down for a little bit, and step back from the busy hustle and bustle of everyday life. Even as a young kid, I always found this meaningful.

A very young me. Image Source:Author
At first, my 9 year old self thought maybe camp wouldn’t be for me. Like a lot of kids, I was homesick, and not a big fan of a lot of the activities we did. My memory is admittedly blurry, but I think by the end of my first week being at camp I began to come around to it. Either way, I went back the next summer, and have kept going back every year since. I have always been happier at camp, and I think camp brings out the best in me.
Another aspect of going to camp that has become increasingly important to me is the fact that when he became old enough, my younger brother started coming with me. We have had a strained relationship at times, and as I got older I spent less and less time with him. But at camp, we always get along great. Now that we live in different states, I am especially looking forward to spending time with him this upcoming summer.

Me and my brother last summer. Not deemed Christmas card worthy by Mom. Image Source: Author
Over time, my relationship with camp has shifted. No longer a camper, I spent last summer as a volunteer counselor. Seeing more of the behind the scenes side was definitely a culture shock, but one I quickly grew to enjoy. Seeing the joy I felt as a camper be felt by the current campers made me quite happy.
This summer, I will be a full counselor for the first time, which means I will be spending 8 straight weeks in the woods. I could not be more excited. While I may not be making much money, or staying in the nicest accommodations, I know I will be having a lot of fun. As the Camp Director wrote during covid, “camp magic” is very much real.

