My nieces have loved going to Camp Nawakwa near Gettysburg. My experience was not as favorable, mostly because of my shyness and sub-par social skills. But also because the pool there, in some physics-defying reality, was much colder than 32 degrees. After my folks sent me and later my brother, Pat, there, we bellyached enough that Diane wasn't offered the chance to go.
Here in this photo, circa 1963(?), I am circled by Pat, my mom, and her dad and mom, my grandfather and grandmother. It is apparent by our clothes that we were not a big "let's go camping" family.
I am still waiting for the growth spurt so I will grow into these blue jeans.
The timing of your picture was perfect. we just dropped Allison of at camp yesterday. She was so excited. Looks like the camping gene definitely skipped our generation. You will be glad to hear that Abby got a big kick out of the picture!b