Summer camp as a kid growing up in the 1970’s provides some of my best memories. The very best memory was at the waterfront where once one proved one’s self competent first in a rowboat, then a canoe, you could then move up to a solo kayak. Freedom! I think kayaks are like the guitars of watercraft. Pianos are OK, brass instruments are kinda cool, but guitars rule the land. Kinda like the pecking order of rowboats, canoes and kayaks.
Camp Laurel Wood outside of Ligonier, PA laid the early foundation for my love of kayaks and kayaking.