Well, in a way, I guess you could say I had my "own" Camp Easton.  Before our first trip, Spartan1 took me to the camp, introduced me to Doug and Jean, and told me many of the stories about his time there and his first canoe trip.  We camped overnight at the "Outpost" and paddled over to Burntside.  We had breakfast at the camp.  Then he took me on a trip and passed those ideals and those camping traditions on to me.  I was a really green newbie, had very little experience in a canoe and camping, so I sort of learned to do it his way.

Forty years later, we still are a tandem pair.  No solos, as his health has never made that a comfortable situation (insulin-dependent diabetic with severe insulin reactions) but when we were younger we made some pretty neat excursions into the Q, and pretty much all over the BWCA.  

As I said before, I owe Camp Easton and Doug a great debt of gratitude.  I grew up in western lower Michigan were there were many inland lakes, so loving lakes was natural to me, but it was new to Spartan1--his home country is flat and dry.  Northern Minnesota was like a new world to him.  He came back from camp a truly changed person.  

We have tried before to get other Camp E people to respond on the website, but there don't seem to be any.  It has always surprised me.  Nice to know about you, though.