Here’s another glimpse into Rockbrook’s past. It’s a page from the camp’s catalog in 1961. Even 45 years later, outdoor cooking is still a favorite!
One of the more popular activities at camp is climbing our Alpine Tower. It’s a 50-foot-tall climbing tower with over a dozen different elements. With so many ways to “get to the top,” campers look forward each summer to coming back and climbing again. It provides a great way to learn about rock climbing techniques and safety, and just to have fun outside.
A quick email arrived from Meredith Matsakis to let us know she went to see the musical “Wicked” and loved it.
“It was the best musical I’ve ever seen! It’s all about Elpheba (the wicked witch of the west). She is not bad at all! Everybody doesn’t like her just because she’s green.”
Thanks Meredith! Great idea about possibly adapting it for the play this summer at camp.
Our Equestrian Director, Cara, writes that “all is well in Laurinburg, North Carolina with the Rockbrook horses. We hosted a horse show on February 4th. Annie was body clipped and got to be in the show! Danny and Pistol are fat and happy and Zee Slew is enjoying life just being Cara’s favorite horse!”
That’s Cara on Zee in the photo.
Rockbrook recently had to say goodbye to a super-fun guest: Flat Tacky! Flat Tacky is a friend of Alyssa Calloway. She sent him to us so he could hang out at camp and have fun just like she did this past summer. We had a blast with Tacky. He is so funny! We did a lot of exciting things, but let’s have Tacky tell you about it! Check out his photos and commentary here.
“I remember the thin slices of wood for our name tags. I remember shaving cream fights in the field. The path to the barn where you had to go through the huge pipe under the bridge. Putting cake batter inside an orange, wrapping it in tin foil and putting it on the grill. Watching “the Parent Trap” in the building beside the archery area and getting milk and cookies before bed.. The finger on the nose signal at the end of each meal. The drying rack in the middle of the cabins. The song “Oh, I was born one night one morn when the whistle went toot-toot!…” and soooo many more memories. Just too many to list.”
—Stephanie B., a camper from the 80s