It wasn't just that I wanted to go - I HAD to go! My wife wasn't able to take the time, but one of my three daughters, Lori, who lives in Atlanta, and who cherishes anything to do with family history - of which Kawagama was an important part - was eager to accompany me. I rented a car, picked her up and we headed for Toronto via I-75, Detroit/Windsor and the 401. We both wanted the whole experience, and that meant taking the bus, which we did. As far as I could tell. Lori was the only camper's child there - thanks to her, the Kawagama spirit will long survive me!
Strange to meet people - including 4 of my cabinmates - who I hadn't seen or even communicated with in 51 years. Strange, too, to see an island in part totally transformed, and in part much the same. I expected to find formerly open areas overgrown, but not with full-sized trees! But 51 years is plenty of time for a tree to reach maturity!
