@dingdongyouarewrong Assassin Camp is where I spent 8 total summers, 7 as a camper and one as a counselor. It was nestled on a peninsula in a lake in the Adirondacks, and the only way to get there was a three-mile boat trip. We lived in large canvas platform tents for 7 weeks and learned how to canoe and kayak, and, if you were a good enough swimmer, sail and jump on the gunwales of the canoes, as well as trying to make an air bubble underwater and walk the canoe to shore, do knifework (on, I would like to emphasize, wood), build and maintain fires, cook food in the woods, do archery, identify plants edible and otherwise, saw logs and split them with an axe or maul, and other survival techniques.
There was no running water or electricity – we bathed in the lake and ate food cooked on the single wood-burning stove. We had work "details" every morning, doing various tasks around the camp, including splitting wood, bailing the rowboats, and preparing food to be cooked. When I was a counselor my detail was Kitchen and Garden, so I weeded the garden, picked lettuce and green beans, and attempted to curtail the growth of mint.
in short, it was a great upbringing and very formative, but it has been described by people I know as "a Soviet commune" and "Assassin Camp." I've said multiple times that it's definitely not Assassin Camp, but you know what, I give up.
