Camp HawkThorne

Camp HawkThorne is not a normal camp; You should know that first and foremost. In 1999, I met the love of my life at Camp HawkThorne. Our love was like a dove soaring above a chapel, giving his all just to be returned to his cage once the spectacle is over. Like a dove, I will only be free with the permission of others and for a brisk moment, I understood why birds break their necks on windows. If you went to Camp HawkThorne today, you would think it was just piles of rubble, old, mite-infested wood left to rot. To me, the summer of 99' at that camp changed my life forever. This must all be so confusing to an outsider like you, allow me to start from the beginning.