OK, it was actually called Camp Nubar.  But if you imagine a bald, mustached Moroccan with a thick French accent yelling out “Camp Magoooo!!” every so often, it’s so much more funny.

Pretty place, lots of rain, nice lake, especially loved when the huz showed me around and shared some of his childhood memories. I could just picture his cute little self running all around there!

—– ok who’s driving? —– —– my ass hurt for 3 days after this trip —– —– snaps from summer camp! —– —– you better believe stevie walked that bridge. coulda done it for dayssss. —– —– back in the city —– —– finished up the night with some authentic NY pizza at Lombardi’s —–