In July 1970, my trunk and I were put onto the camp bus, and sent off for one month into the unknown camp experience. I was terrified to say the least. Once I was in my cabin, met my cabin mates and councillors, the "butterflies" were gone. From that summer on, I was a devoted camper! Each July, I was the first one on that bus heading north. Everything that camp offered was my dream summer - the lake, the friends, the songs' everything. I was hooked. Then I (sort of) grew up, moved on, started a family, and camp became just a wonderful panoramic swirl of memories. When my eldest daughter became "of camp age" I had the amazing opportunity to go to camp myself again, but this time as a volunteer at Fraser. How can you explain that cleaning dishes for 175 people is "fun"! At Fraser Lake camp, it is! Driving down the camp road, it"s like you have left the world behind. Camp is a special place where everyone is met with a smile and is welcome!! Camp rules are simple: respect yourself and others, safety is the priority, and above all you must (and will!) have fun. Always. Options at Fraser are limitless - the water sports, the land games, and of course the crazy campfires make for days that come and go all too quickly. All are enveloped in friendships that last a lifetime. My daughters and I look forward to next summer and the day when once again we'll drive down the camp road and enter a world of new possibilities.