You Know She’s a Kamaji Camper If . . .
• 80% of her summertime clothing is in her tribe color or has the word Kamaji somewhere on it. • Being at home makes her campsick. • She insists that lullabies are not sung; instead they are the call of the loon or the clang of halyard on mast or the sound of...
Get High on Laughter
Have you laughed today?? Seriously!! Have you snickered quietly? Suppressed a chuckle? Let a chortle escape? Spontaneously giggled? Cackled raucously? Hooted noisily? Guffawed boisterously? Seriously – when was the last time the corners of your mouth turned up...
Kamaji Enters the Blogosphere
2009 heralds my 30th(!!) year as co-owner/co-director of Camp Kamaji . . . and my first venture into the social networking world of linked-in, blogging, twittering . . . When Mike and I purchased Kamaji in 1980, the closest we came to technology was the vintage1959...