My uncle Pat is a pretty amazing man and could always get things done, even if it meant asking his sister and his wife to come to Bamber Lake for the season to work as cooks--and an RN--to keep the camp open, otherwise all the kids would have to go home. At first I wasn't thrilled about going for two weeks but in the end I was very happy to have spent the season at Camp Columbus. We had a great time. Got in trouble for hitch hiking, the bunch of us, coming back from a long hike (to the dam?). We were lagging behind everyone, dusty, hot, dehydrated, so we stuck our thumbs out and a pick up truck picked us up. We all waved at the group that was in front of us as we went by them but when we got back we were reprimanded somehow, but it was all fun. Uncle Pat had to fire the original cooks the first week because they were drunk on the job. The original nurse had some sickness or pregnancy issues and had to leave. Bummer for my mom, she thought she was going to have a two-week summer break from me and my brother. Mark