My Summer At Oxbow

The path leads out to the lawn, which sprawls up to the studios. The huge garage doors are raised; the studios have become part of the environment. We wander in and out of them talking, joking, meeting, waiting. Our first activity is to draw the name of a fellow camper a hat and make them a nametag. People share scissors, glue, and magazine clippings. We get to know each other. Later that night we play Extreme Pictionary, teams organized by dorm. With my new dorm mates, I spend most of that night talking, joking, blasting tunes.

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