Kingswood Camp!

Since 1999 Ray and I have been spending our summers on the shores of Lake Tarleton at Kingswood Camp in Piermont, New Hampshire.

Kingswood, an outdoor sports camp for boys, played a valuable role for us as children-- the camp allowed us to escape urban life and discover nature. The Kingswood Camp philosophy involves taking boys out of their comfort zones and challenging them to live independently in a new community in an unfamiliar place. As kids, our years hiking and fishing at Kingswood helped us develop the love for nature that we still cherish today.

The years haven't been so kind to Old Man Ray.

Sometimes when we tell people that we're heading to camp for the summer they ask us if we are campers. Sort of a funny question, since we're in our twenties. Ray and I are now on staff at Kingswood, working as counselors to boys ages 8-15, and mentors to the younger staff. Camp counseling is certainly difficult. If you don't bring energy to everything you do the activities fail and the kids leave disappointed. Ray and I talk a lot while at Kingswood about what we can do to be better counselors. But at a place as fun as Kingswood, it isn't hard to have a lot of energy. It's also easy to forget that we're at work. Besides, we're still campers at heart. 

Coach Ray gives his team an ear full. 

Captain Dave gives Taylor a head full. 

Ray and I spend our summers playing sports, planning skits, teaching music, hiking and fishing. We stay active, we entertain, we laugh, we teach. We talk about counselor theory, about boys who miss home or who act out or who simply aren't taking full advantage of their surroundings. Mostly, we spend our summers in an environment that encourages us to be ourselves, our personalities magnified by the excitement of our kids.

This is Kingswood 2013, a summer fifteen years in the making.

This is our office

Where days like this

Turn into nights like this

Where we share stories

About times like this

And guys like that

About how the first cast

The last

And the one that got away

Aren't as important as the memories

Because it's not just about the view

But the people you share it with

And the legends you create

Some people say we're too old for camp.

We're not so sure.

Cousins' 2013

This summer, as with last summer and almost every summer before that, Dave and I made it up to Cape Cod to spend a long weekend with 40 odd people we're all somehow related to.  This year's reunion was just as much a success as always...I'll let the pictures speak for the details!

The ages ranged from 87...

...to negative 25 days!

Many of the usual suspects were to be found

But new suspects also entered the fray

Why are these suspects always smiling and laughing? 

Sisters hugged it out

And so did topless cousins

We watched the sun set over the salt marsh

And the moon rise over the beach

And we shard the company of the cutest cousins

And last but not least...

...the brothers were united once again!

THROWBACK!  Brothers Unite at Cousins' Reunion 2007

Back to our Roots - Colorado and the High Mountain Institute

When Dave and I think about the defining periods in our lives that helped create the people we are today, we invariably start with HMI.  HMI—the High Mountain Institute—is a semester school in Leadville, Colorado for high school juniors.  I spent the fall of 2005 there, Dave the fall of 2007.  How did this place change us?  Both of us returned home more confident, independent and willing to try new things.  We learned to eschew materialism, instead emphasizing the value of community, nature, and a sense of place.  We became expert outdoorsmen and backpacked all throughout the Rocky Mountains and the canyons of Utah.  And most importantly we made dear friends we are proud to still be close with today.  

Ray at HMI with Keller and Sam in 2005...the three of us were reunited this June!

Dave and Coby in the backcountry in 2007...these two friends were reunited as well.

When we found out there would be a huge reunion for all HMI alumni, Dave and I knew we couldn’t miss it.  And since no sojourn to Colorado is complete without a visit to our oldest family friends Lindsey, Jesse, Nate and Mac, we extended out trip to include a few days in the mile-high city.

Our crew tours the Celestial Seasoning factory in Boulder--hairnets and beardnets mandatory!

Nate orders a masculine mid-day beverage

Gotta get our boardgames in.  This time around, I was Carcassonne master.

After 2 days packed with trivia, craft beer and Cards Against Humanity, Nate was gracious enough to drive us deep into the mountains….to Leadville!  

Epic weather on I-70

Ray and Mt. Elbert--Colorado's tallest peak. 

HMI was packed….over 300 alumni, parents, spouses and children showed up to celebrate the school’s first 15 years and the departure of its two founders.  My semester was represented by a core group of 7, meanwhile Dave’s semester boasted a staggering 17 attendees.   

Alumni ages 17-33 swarm the campus

Ray and the Rocky Mountain Semester XV - 8 years out!

Dave and the Rocky Mountain Semester XIX - 6 years out!

The weekend was such a welcome change of pace.  The opposite of city life, we spent each day and night appreciating the amazing outdoor opportunities around us.  I ran a thin-air 5K (Leadville’s elevation is a commanding 10,000 ft!), spent the afternoon rock climbing and joined other alumni in sharing memories, reflections and laughter around a campfire.  

Rock climbing up above Turquoise Lake

It was difficult to leave, but unbelievable to confirm the connection to these people and this place from our past.  Dave and I know, we'll be back to HMI soon.  

Brothers Unite!  At HMI

Dave's Graduation

I feel that for my entire life I have had a constant point to look forward to. I am extremely grateful to my parents for burning this destination into my psyche, starting practically from when I came out of the womb. Dave, they insisted, do whatever you want in life so long as you graduate from college. 

Heeding their advice I have thus had an end point for most of my journey through life. Work hard in middle school to be prepared for high school. Work hard throughout high school to be a competitive applicant for college. Work hard in college make the most of the experience. 

Graduate. 

Here we go.

The class of 2013.

In the early afternoon on May 19th I stepped across the stage constructed on the steps of Memorial Building at Whitman College and, leather-bound degree clasped in left hand, extended my right to shake hands with President Bridges.

The night before Ray and I had stayed up reflecting until 5:30am. We spent both of our senior weeks together, offering support and admiration as the other prepared to cross the stage and enter the liminal space of post-college ambiguity.

Despite my three hours of sleep, as I walked across the platform, I couldn't have felt more vividly awake and incredibly alive. As I reached the walkway I heard a loud yell from the grandstands-- my mom and dad, my aunt Marget and uncle Doug, my cousin Kerstin, my boss Joe and Ray, whose yell I heard above all the others-- "that's my brother!!!"

That's my brother!!!

As the ceremony came to a close our commencement speaker, Monty Python's Eric Idle, spontaneously approached the microphone, guitar in hand, and proceeded to end graduation with a live rendition of "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life."

Thanks for the advice, Mr. Idle.

It's been a few weeks since graduation. I waited for the dust of packing up and moving out to settle before writing this. The image of walking back down the aisle, tassel turned, and seeing the almost palpable love and pride in my parents eyes, will stay in my memory forever.

I did it, mom! 

I am so, so grateful to come from such a wonderful family. College was never a question. We always knew we would make it work. I always knew they would make sure I worked. And, in my four years at Whitman, with Semester in the West, The Philadelphia Center, and an honors thesis, I've never worked so hard. I left Whitman with a deep sense of exhaustion and pride-- one that can only come from teachers and mentors who pushed me to be brilliant, despite the many times I just wanted to be mundane.

Melissa--my advisor, mentor and friend.

After a whirlwind end to the most transformative four years of my life, I left Whitman eager to find my next adventure. This time, for the first time in my 22 years, I have the complete freedom to fashion my own endpoint.

Onward : )

Photos from graduation and senior week: 

Uncle Doug, aunt Margit and cousin Kerstin arrive for graduation from Salem, OR

Look at these handsome gentlemen!

Brothers unite with Nehali, my dear friend and housemate.

Tiluck and Nehali, my two wonderful housemates.

John "Tarzan" Mighell, my first friend from Whitman. We made it!

Joe Jacobs, my boss at the Small Business Development Center-- a mentor and friend!

The McGaughey clan raises a kombucha toast!

On to the next adventure.