I spent 4 summers at a Camp Morehead in Morehead City, NC. It was a sailing camp. Kind of. In that I learned a lot at Camp Morehead, but not as much about sailing as I would like. I learned about boys, mostly. My first game of spin the bottle, my first “boyfriend”… you get the idea. I loved camp, and still carry some pieces of it with me.
The photo above reminds me of the (not creatively named) All-Day Sailing Trip. We would sail Flying Scots down the Inter-Coastal Waterway (the ICW) from our camp to a YMCA camp several miles away. As promised, it took all day. We were assigned about 8 people to a boat. 2-3 counselors and a mix of boys and girls from different cabins.
What I loved about sailing in Flying Scots was that we went somewhere. Sunfish always bored me with their back and forth. But the Flying Scots actually had a destination. If the wind and tides were right we would stop for lunch by these sandy dunes on the back of one of the barrier islands.
I loved the water, the traveling, and the conversation. The sailing was simple, so we would spend the majority of the day just talking. I listened a lot. Maybe someone brought a boom box, so there was music (one year it was a lot of Violent Femmes). But no cell phones, no distractions, just conversation and swapping stories. If the counselor was “cool” sometimes you could sit on the boom (like in this pic) and lean into the sail.