In the summer of 1976 — is it already 35 years ago? — I spent my first summer working at a camp in Colorado. I had gone there as a kid for just one summer in 1964 — my brother and I rode out on the train from Chicago — and twelve years later I was about to become a counselor.
I met some amazing people, made friends for life, and consider it to be the best job I ever had. No small part of it was that every morning I woke up to this view:
Camp is about to start for the summer, so to all the kids who are seeing the mountains for the first time, all those who have been there before and are back for more, and for all those who are there to be there for them: have the best time of your life. There is magic in the mountains.