Hi, Keith.

I am replying for Spartan1, my husband, who was a counselor at Camp Easton in 1965 and again in 1967, during his college days.  It was because of his time at Camp Easton and a subsequent trip on the Namakan River that he made with a group of his counselor friends:

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that we have been going to the canoe country ever since our first trip in 1971.  That's 40 years of canoe-tripping--assuming that we make it for the planned one in 2011 when we will be 66 years old.   ;)

We remained friends with Doug and Jean Bobo, the owners/directors of the camp when Spartan1 was there (as a cabin counselor and riflery instructor), and when we have been in Ely we have almost always stopped at their cabin on Pine Tree Trail for a visit.  Of course Doug is gone now, but we still see Jean when we can.

Spartan1 was a farm boy from Michigan's "thumb" area and he never had the opportunity to go to camp as a child.  Doug hired him at a job fair at Michigan State University--it was a summer job situation that didn't pay a lot in $$ but paid a great deal in experiences.  He came back all fired up about canoe-tripping, about the canoe country, and about taking ME there!  It is impossible for me to imagine how my own life would have been different if he hadn't had those summers at Camp Easton!

The "Camp E Song" was our son's favorite lullaby.  "By the shores of Little Long. . . ."   :)

We don't do Facebook, so we won't be investigating there, but perhaps Spartan1 will post later if he has some important memories to share.  His, however, would pre-date yours by about a decade.