July 14, 2011
I was delighted to go to Blue Lake music camp the summer before 9th grade. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, the level of competition in a larger group beyond my own high school. I hated the idea of the uniform. After living in open walled, covered shelters at girl scout camp, the cement block “cabins” seemed claustrophobic, especially with bunk beds. The camp was much larger, but still filled with that rustic, woodland charm: any open area in the woods became your personal practice room, and dancers took every opportunity to leap along the paths.