We’ve reached the point in winter where the cold is no longer cute, the snow is no longer pretty, and the lack of vitamin D is making us go a little bit stir crazy.
Also known as February.

The good news is, there are actions we can take to stave off the bitterness of winter’s icy chill: We burrow under blankets, crank up the heat, and cuddle with our pets in the hopes of absorbing some of their radiant warmth. The better news is, we can summon warm thoughts and bask in their glow simply by closing our eyes and transporting ourselves back to camp. It may be difficult to remember “Beat the Heat” when you’re bundled up in a puffer jacket and your fingers are numb, but our memories can be roused from their hibernation in just a few simple steps. Let’s try it!
Step One: Throw on your favorite Owego hoodie and flannel pajama pants. After all, you have to look the part if you want to feel like you’re actually there. Once you’re in your camp gear, settle in for a feast for the senses.

Step Two: Close your eyes and listen. Really listen. You can hear Kyle’s voice at morning lineup, Freedo’s bicycle whooshing by as you walk to first period, screen doors slamming as the Unit Leaders conduct inspection in the Village, basketballs bouncing off the cement in the HBC, cheers and claps during a raucous lunch, and gleeful splashing during rec swim.
Step Three: Inhale and take a whiff of your surroundings. Can you smell the B’s and D’s cooking on the outdoor grill? The fresh cut grass on the Upper Field? Your bunkmate’s dirty socks? Sunscreen and chlorine at the pool? Camp is made up of many specific odors. Olfactory memory is the ability of scents to trigger vivid, emotional, and long-forgotten memories. There’s nothing more emotional than our memories of camp.
Step Four: Feel yourself at camp. Remember what it feels like to be carefree and homework-free? The sunshine warms your neck and back. The cool water of the lake gives you goose bumps. The sand of the beach volleyball pit mashes between your toes. Your best bud’s arm drapes loosely across your shoulders. The air just feels different. You are at your summer home.

If all else fails, you can curl up by the fireplace with a mug of hot cocoa and take solace in the fact that we will ACTUALLY be at camp in just 135 days. Put on your Frontier Week Spotify playlist and be patient. Seasons come and seasons go. Warmer days are ahead. The best is yet to come.





















