Ken Mont Camp for Boys - Golden Days Yearbook (Kent, CT)

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learned The memorable experiences were Berry Pond, the climb over Berry Mountain and the sur- prise stop'7 on the way home. ' The Mold men of lower camp, the Cardinals camped out for three days atop the highest point in the state of Massachusetts, Mt. Greylock. The high point of the trip was the 4 miles hike to the peak over a torturous mountain trail. GARRY ROTTMAN was the ucheerleadern encouraging us up the trail. Once up, we had a delicious lunch at Bascom Ski Lodge and 'then the slippery des- cent. On our way back to Ken-Mont, we too had a surprise stop, the results of which were enjoyed for many days! . CAPE COD TRIP No other trip in camp creates so much fun, ac- tivity, and excitement as the annual Cape Cod trip for the Condor division, and this summer was no exception. Up at the crack of dawn, twenty-seven Condors loaded their gear on a modern air-condi- tioned bus and five hours later walked in the gigan- tic sand dunes of famous Cape Cod. The group pitched their tents only a short five minute walk from the ocean. And what an ocean- cold, ice green waves that swept one off his feet and pounded him into the beach-just ask KENNY RICHTER and CARY WISCHE. Wave-riding was only one sport on the beach. A fantastic stick ball game followed in which the forces of LEE TUNIS, TED MAYER, MARK CORON, NEIL GARD- NER, JEFF CROHN, LARRY MARMON, GLENN DORSKIND, and GARY SCHAEFFER smashed the team of BOB KATZ, RICH FEDER- MAN, JIM ROTTMAN, DOUG BLACK and JEFF Damascus HERSH. A football game later in the day showed that ROGER FRADIN, OSCAR REICHER and DAVID HUTNER were hard to beat. The trip to Provincetown the following night was the highlight of the trip. Touring the quaint off-beat shops the campers bought slogan buttons and crazy sweatshirts, to say nothing of food. The only problem resulted when four boys failed to make it to the bus, only to find out that it was the counselor who was. lost, not the boys. Something should be added about food-because the Condors disposed of it in huge quantities. At the campsite, steak, eggs, bacon, cookies, cool-aid and that famous hot chocolatei' disappeared quickly and easily. That GARY KRUGMAN loved his food!

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