Treble’s Unusually Sentimental Post

Warning: unusually sentimental post My name is Treble – although my real name is rarely a secret – and I started attending camp when I was eight and haven’t missed a year yet. That makes eight years as a camper, and soon to be six years on staff. Two thirds of my twenty one years have involved spending time at Kalalla. It is a truly heartbreaking feeling to know that this year may be one of my last years of camp, at least for a…

Sharing Kalalla

One of the reasons that I am so happy to write this blog is that I am always looking for new ways to share Kalalla with my friends and family who don’t get to personally experience it. It is so difficult to put into words the joy in the first round of “Ungawas”, the beauty of sunset on Vesper Hill or the contentedness of talking about life around a fire with a group of fantastic women. Of course it doesn’t help when I’m too busy…

I Am Kalalla

I am years, upon years, upon years of tradition, and history, and learning, and love. Hey all, Calypso here. For those of you who don’t know me, I am a third generation Kalalla girl. My grandmother, Gribbet was camp nurse for many years. My aunts Jellybean and Yogi were campers and then staff. My mom, Stitch, was a counselor and a craft resource person. My cousin Yoshi worked in the kitchen. For me, Kalalla has always been a family affair. But I’m still surprised how…