That sounds about right. It was very work-hard, play-hard.
A summer outdoors with lots of activities and some like minded friends suited DD. Her observation was that the strongest members of staff tended to be Scots, Kiwis and Aussies who were used to being active and getting on with things. Americans were the weakest, but then perhaps Americans probably had a wider choice of camps.
DD was lucky in that as well as her niche activity, she was a good swimmer (they put her through life guarding training), had sailing qualifications and could play tennis, so got to rotate. And they did sneak into other activities (horse riding etc) when they had a bit of time spare, though perhaps they were not supposed to.
The rule book was huge and sent to her in advance. Bear patrols and more. Mobile phones were locked in the office, which was a pain when trying to sort out some University stuff.
Camps are businesses and there were some interesting tensions within the family that owned her camp. Camp staff were transitory and expected to do as they were told. Some children were effectively dumped for the summer (children did either two weeks, a month or two months), and DD's heart broke a little when a particularly needy child was prevented from saying goodbye to them because the dad demanded they were on their way because "he had a schedule". She was reprimanded by the owners for consoling a very homesick eight year old French boy in French. He was there for English immersion, and it needed to be total. The food was awful, but typical of what you find elsewhere in middle America. (We went to Cedar Point this summer and ended up driving to a supermarket as fruit and vegetables did not feature on menus of any of the food outlets.)
That said, she had a great time. She was in a cabin with older teenagers so became a bit of a big sister. She made good friends, and spent the summer busy, active and outdoors with lots of new experiences.
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