![]() Color War activities are some of my favorite memories from camp! It taught me how to communicate and collaborate with people, and in addition it enhanced my leadership skills and my passionate competitive side. Though we fought for our teams under sun and moonbeams, at FLC we are truly all one!Ī few reflections about Color War from Campers and Alumniīeing a past member / captain on the White team really made my camp experience more fun and exciting. Green, white, red and blue have learned something so true, camp’s theme throughout all the fun “Victory is sweet” the winning campers all tweet, some brag of their color’s great worthīut when camp’s embers die, on a hillside some cry for they’re now all homeward boundīut inside there is joy, for each girl and boy as they know a great lesson’s been found Lip synching and stolen bases, both have their places, and color scores are kept close at handĪt banquets champs crowned, to worldwide renown, as teammates come from around the whole earth Marathons through camp, determining new champs, competitions on air, sea and land The “effort’s” the thing as their young lives take wing, fun and friendships the main story toldĬounselors call to all teams, “up the hill, to your dreams, for tomorrow is another day”Īnd what games will that bring, what new songs will you sing as you climb and swim and play? “Try, try, try” goes the cry, winners smile, losers sigh heralding the camp’s ancient lesson, still taughtĪll campers now know as through life they do go, no one “always” brings home the gold Whilst sweat trickles down, there is nary a frown and efforts are never for naught Good friends hear the cheer, brand new siblings are here, blessed by the moon’s magic wand Races and chores involving brains and sweat pores, cement the four colors new family bonds New lineages of color, lifetime’s love for each other, form to the camper’s delight Hugs are the norm before the gathering storm of competitions held in the night The story of color wars forming from human frailty and longing is not one the campers forgetĮven the fish swim ashore, hoping to hear more and wondering what all of this meansĪs names are called out, amidst loud, raucous shouts, new families form red, blue, white and green The ancient tale is told of original campers born bold, highlighting their loves and regrets ![]() It starts with loud dancing, wild music, mad prancing drawing new campers down to the beachĪs those without colors combine fate, sisters and brothers to determine which team they reachįrom the forest’s green feast steps a strange looking beast, is it man or spirit or tree?įestooned with leaves, a few campers he heaves and then tells color war’s strange history Togetherness, pride and working side by side are taught, and certainly are learned It’s a battle that features strength, wits and strange creatures at a place where you conquer your fearsĬompetitions are rife in this blessing called life and good things are usually earned There’s a battle ongoing with catching and throwing in the Adirondacks for nigh 90 years We have asked our head of ceremonies, Bob Duffy to describe the spirit of our Color Wars, he has (in Bob Duffy style) offered us a poem.Ĭontinue reading on to hear a few reflections of what Color War means to our campers and alumni. FLC COLOR WARS, what are they, how can we explain them to those who haven’t experienced them? Well it is hard as the tradition of color wars at FLC is incredibly unique and filled with much mystique.
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