I know I have arrived in the peaceful woods not when I turn at the giant Camp Friedenswald sign on Peninsula Drive, but thirty seconds later: when I stop the car (every time!) in the middle of the causeway and get out and look up the fen. And listen.
A Place of Connection: A reflection by Deanna Risser
Camp is a place of connection. A key place where this connection happens is eating meals together in the dining hall. I began to see eating with campers as more than a practical matter – I needed to eat – and instead as an extension of my work in the camp office.
What’s in a name?
As Camp Friedenswald celebrates 75 years, we want to take this opportunity to look back and share stories that have shaped this place in lasting and meaningful ways. If you…