hendersonville, north carolina

For six weeks one summer I found myself deep in the Appalachian mountains, leading cabins of campers ages 7-13 through white water rapids, daring ascents, and colorful campfire skits. It was my first taste of the South, its warm hospitality hugging me tight the minute I picked up my luggage. I was to be a camp counselor at the sister camp to the adventure expeditions I undertook through middle and high school. My job was literally to live the life of the east coast summer camp bourgeoisie but infuse it with the Wet Hot American Summer shenanigans. The stories I have accumulated from these short six weeks (including my BEST story yet: the grim reaper) have made my heart melt faster than butter on a Zaxby's biscuit, y'all.