My favorite place on earth: CW Part 1
Here it is…the long awaited and anticipated Wulamat vacation photos! At least long awaited and anticipated for a few people out there. I’m still going to make them wait for more while doing a multi-part blog about it. But here’s the start. I wanted to give the rest of the people out there an idea of this place we all love and look forward to every summer. Camp Wulamat. So a little background…
Camp Wulamat, (pronounced Wah-lah-met with the emphasis on the lah), has been around now since about 1927. Long story short, it was once a boys camp that was turned into a family camp. It’s 28 small wooden cabins, most of which do not have ovens or hot water and all named after rivers and mountains around NH. It’s the type of place where everyone knows each other. The same people rent the same cabins on the same weeks of every summer.
My own family’s story of Camp Wulamat is a very cool one. Around June 25, 1949 my grandparents, James and Shirley Finn, needed a place to stay on their honeymoon. That’s when they discovered Camp Wulamat where they were given a cabin named ‘Director’ right on the shore. Years later, in 1956 they rediscovered Wulamat through some family friends. Flash forward to 2011 and my mother hasn’t missed a summer in 55 years. My own streak is only a measly 31 years. The kicker is that we even still stay in the same cabin, Director.
It’s a very rare place these days. It’s a place that means more to the people that go every summer than I can describe. So instead of me rambling on any more in my long winded intro, back to the photos.
This blog post, and the next few, is my way of documenting the story of Camp Wulamat.
Our view from the porch:
The Rec Hall, filled with old photos, memorabilia from the boys camp days, 4th grader essays on Wulamat (which this now feels like), and photos of campers who’ve gotten married here (including two good friends of mine):
The Store, which is the highlight of the day for every kid in the camp. Opens at 3:00 every afternoon selling candy, ice cream and sodas. Believe it or not, when I was a kid this used to also open at 10 am, selling the same things:
So that’s the scenery of Camp Wulamat. I used a little bit of a different style with these shots this year, trying to top the hundreds of photos I get every year. This post will be followed up with some people/family, the big dance and bingo, and a trip over to Sculptured Rocks.
Hope you enjoy. For the rest of this album, click HERE.
If interested in any prints, just let me know.
More to come…