Posted on 07/07/2025 3:04:48 PM PDT by Miami Rebel
I went to a YMCA summer camp in 1959 with three neighborhood buddies I beat the jovial kid of us four at leg wrestling after he won the mud wrestling. His cabin went to the outdoor rustic shower after my cabin had showered. He was electrocuted and died.
Camping, living in rudimentary quarters, dealing with unadulterated natural conditions is a part of a good life preparation and with it comes some danger.
After that fatal summer the camp had a big inspection and upgrade to their facilities. Too late for my buddy Tommy but others benefited as other years tolled.
This bears at least a passing relationship to reporting. From the NYTs?
WOW, just wow. What a horrible story. I suppose this, among other reasons is why my mom would NEVER EVER under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES send us to sleep away camp.
I did let my kid go for a week to a basketball camp. She went for 2 years, iirc.
I remember driving her out to the place and being kind of horrified at how “rudimentary”, to use your word, it was.
She had a great time and no tragedies, by the grace of G-d.
“I’d also absolutely love to know what an early warning system was going to do when the river goes up 26 feet within an hour. “
One of the TX Emergency Management people said tonight that a warning system wouldn’t have been much help at all in this situation.
“I’d also absolutely love to know what an early warning system was going to do when the river goes up 26 feet within an hour. “
If sirens had gone off based on levels upstream people would have had time to run to higher ground assuming they knew the escape route.
Many survived just because thunder woke them.
We check river levels online.
We have a NOAA weather radio.
We see to our own safety.
There’s a thought.
I have an app on my phone that will alert me if the river near me reaches any level I set it at.
50/50 looks pretty good today.
Our cell service can be problematic so we have a lot of ways we can keep an eye on things.
We also don’t assume the NWS is perfect.
Or that government knows best.
Or that someone else will save our butts if we can’t be bothered.
And we remember our local history.
I was a Cub Master and the a Boy Scout Leader. My oldest son used to say he hated that childhood event of mine. He said that it kept him from “having any fun.” However he did get to go on canoe trips, boundary waters fifty-milers and be a full time staffer for five summers at Scout camp.
My husband LOVED boy scout camp, think it was some of his happiest times as a kid. But his brother (who was much, much younger) hated it. He made his parents come get him early!
Many satisfying memories from both son’s participation.
It was a huge camp. Close to ten thousand participants every summer. It was gratifying to have some old guy from 50 miles away see my name tag and ask if young Burke was my son and then have him pour forth two minutes of complements.
“..see my name tag and ask if young Burke was my son and then have him pour forth two minutes of complements.”
That is really great when that happens!
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