Camp Nissokone.  The smell of pine and Breck shampoo. Bunking with Jen and Wendy.  Late night giggles, panty raids and waking up to morning bugle calls to do the Pledge of Allegiance.  Chippewa and Ottawa cabins.  The beaver chant (seriously!).  Polar bear swims, archery and hiking through the woods looking at animal poop.  Good times… 

We learned a lot during those summers at good old Camp Nissokone.  We learned a little independence.  We learned to make new friends.  We learned to try new things.  We learned to...