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The Hill Country Summer Camps Were My Story. After the Flood, They’re My Grandson’s.
I went to the Hill Country in 1975 to do what my editor called a “service piece” for Texas Monthly on summer camps. I went armed with curiosity and no camp experience other than a couple of two-week sessions spent at Girl Scouts camp in Mena, Arkansas. Besides having to clean three-holer latrines, all I remember from those weeks was the singing. One old camp song crept into my head last night: The Lord said to Noah, There’s gonna be a floody, floody The Lord said to Noah, There’s gonna be a floody, floody Get your children [clap] Out of the muddy, muddy Children of the Lord.I spent that week in 1975 visiting the camps that cluster along the beautiful but capricious Guadalupe River. I…The post The Hill Country Summer Camps Were My Story. After the Flood, They’re My Grandson’s. appeared first on Texas Monthly.