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My uncle was a counselor in the 1930's and I went to C. L. in the 50's. Went for two weeks the first year and cried... not when I went out, but when I had to come home. Next year was for a month, and then the next two years were for the summer (8 weeks). Learned riflery, archery, camping, hiking, waterskiing, fishing, rowing, etc.
Our camp director was Mr. Tinker and he had a small cuddy cabin O/B named the Tinkerbelle. Rumor had it that Mr. Tinker in his younger days had rowed to Glendale to get his wife some ice cream. He got it back before it melted.

Our rowing instructor (name escapes me now) took four of us "old" kids (12) and the five of us rowed to Glendale, got a quart of ice cream and rowed back to C. L. and gave it to the Tinkers. We got hugs and kisses from the missus, and shared the very soft but not totally melted ice cream. (vanilla, I think).

Can't remember how long it took us now, but my shoulders are still sore!!!