by Khara Koffel
“Dear mosquitoes: Please don’t treat me like a buffet. Love, Khara”
I’d like to say I’m a true woman of the woods but I was attacked by a butterfly last week and I ran. I think that nature is gorgeous, I love a good roasted marshmallow and I can definitely appreciate the delightful sound of the lapping of a lake on the shore, but the closest I have ever been to enjoying camping was when I pretended to do so in order to impress a boy named Ben when I was 15 (sorry, Ben). I spent my summers on the Jersey shore, so I have never had the true summer camp experience, so imagine the shock to my system when I entered the grounds of the Western Illinois Youth Camp (WIYC) and was greeted by the most charming and beautiful little slice of camp heaven that I could imagine … but could I cut it as a camper?