The memories are countless. Prime among them were the "mud wars", essentially capture the flag. We had forts out in the woods and the councelors took steel drums filled with the lime mud from the horseshoe part of the lake to the forts.  We would then split the camp into two (maybe 3 ?) teams and raid the other forts to steal the flag. Mud balls were our weapons. If anyone was hit with a mud spot the size of a dime they were sent out to take their turn roasting a pig over an open pit fire, near what was then a tennis court. After the days warring, the whole camp gathered and had an arromatic roast pig diner while we recounted the highlites of the day. It was always fun to see who would be brave enough to eat one of the eyeballs. I recall one camper named Phil eating one.

I attended Glacier Hollow in 1992 for the first Sylvania Wilderness 2-week trip and then worked in the kitchen for two years following.  My brother, Jerry, also attended the camp during this time for 1-week and adventure trips.  I am currently finishing my PhD at Old Dominion University in Norfolk, Virginia, but spend most of my time in Panama (the country) working on the snake community at Parque Nacional G.D. Omar Torrijos Herrera. 

I certainly attribute a lot to my days at Glacier Hollow for why I pursued a career in biology and for my research in the forest (although a slightly different type of forest now).

Julie Ray 1992