The other day I was gently reminded of the fact that this was my twentieth summer here at CRC. The honor was subtle and thoughtful, which the other di...
Dear Chippewa Parent, Now that the dust has settled following the end of another camp season, I wanted to take a moment to express my deepest gratitud...
Dear Chippewa Parent, Remember the Tasmanian Devil? That was that Looney Toons guy that spoke in grunts, spun like a vortex, ate everything in sight a...
Dear Chippewa Parent, Every year around this time I try to describe the feeling that washes over us after the buses leave, but it’s just so hard to ex...
Dear Chippewa Parent, Someone once asked me what it felt like during those first quiet moments following the campers pulling away at the end of the s...
Heaven’s Kitchen Beware Hurry up there! Child lock the pantries, put the grape tomatoes on the windowsill, weigh down the garbage can lids, hide the ...
A THANKS TO OUR PARENTS I can actually still remember my very first Day at Chippewa Ranch Camp. It was a day very similar to the last of camp this su...