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Know why I love Aunt Camp? Because we have crazy ideas and you actually let us do them!” exclaimed eight-year-old Savannah, while stapling sheets to our loft ceiling to create a sleeping fort.
Almost every summer since 2009, nieces and nephews in various configurations, from both sides of our family, have joined us for a week of adventure in the Adirondacks. No parents allowed. Hearing our most indoorsy nephew announce, “Aunt Camp is the happiest place on earth!” confirmed that we were onto something special. What began with our Subaru Impreza and two five-year-olds now