Overnight Trips

Weathering The Weather–

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Camping in sunny weather was ideal. It meant no freezing or shivering when you went into the lake for waterfront activiites; sunny skies for boating; great days for overnight camping and canoeing, beautiful sunsets and starry skies for campfires and good sleeping weather inside the cabins whose only air conditioning was the breeze that blew through the screened windows. But, mix in cold air or rain and many activities were canceled, or worse than that—ruined!

“I also went on several of the overnight canoe trips and was even in charge of one of them. We never had tents, and just enjoyed the sun. If it rained, too bad, so sad,” said Susan Kiltie (1960-68) . “We probably had bad weather fifty percent of the time and if the weather was not conducive to sleeping outside, we would sleep under the canoes in our sleeping bags. We were young enough to think it was all one big adventure.”

As early as 1956, there were mentions of inclement weather in the minutes and ledgers from the camp committee. There was a note that parents were not happy that some of their daughters lived in the tents and not the cabins, especially during the wet and cold summer. The tents were also used for camp craft and other programs. There had been a tornado warning on July 1st and with no real plan in place for safety. It was suggested that they “get to the east side of the knoll by the rifle range”, but a Mrs. Brown underscored the amount of panic that involved and that that plan should only be a last resort.

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Falls From Horses–

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Other riders were not so brave. Brooke Sauve (1949-51) would rather have been on a horse than swim. Her parents purchased her first horse when she was four, but she fell and broke her arm. Then the fear set in, so they sold the horse. When she was twelve they bought her another one. “The horses at Maqua were very calm, but I was still afraid and I still am today,” said Brooke.

Coleen Gasta loved the outdoors and also liked the horseback riding in the early sixties, but she had a hard time controlling her horse. “I was too intimidated. I remember my instructor yelling YOU CAN MAKE IT DO ANYTHING YOU WANT! “ (She eventually got into horses later and ended up renting one.)

The “Loon” in 1953 had a “Bulletin” on August 14. “One horse plus one canter equals one broken arm. (Name is Marsha and she’s slowly mending,)” read the piece about instructor Marsha Immerman, who never gave up her love for horses.

During the same time period, her cousin Audrey Graff and friend Molly Olson, recalled the steep embankment on the camp property that was an adventure to ride. It was far from the corral. The three girls loved to ride, but Audrey always had a degree of fear and was not as comfortable with riding as her friends. One day their friend Sherrie Susskind lost her footing in the stirrup and was dragged by the horse, had teeth kicked out and had to have plastic surgery later.

Marcia Sherman, who was also a friend of Marsha Immerman, took riding lessons when she was old enough. “I wasn’t a very big kid, but remember how huge I felt the animal to be in relation to me. One day it threw me and I was knocked out or stunned for a few minutes. The counselor wisely told me to get back on the horse, which I did and made it back to the stable. I may have riddet a few more times that summer, but never became fond of riding as Marsha did.”

Although not a seasoned rider, Amy Falk (1971-74) enjoyed riding. If a horse acted up, she was instructed to get off, but she only remembered doing a dive from a horse that acted up! Pamela Hartz (1966-75) had never been on a horse until camp. “I’m not sure if I was adventurous, but after falling from the horse there, I never wanted to go back on. I didn’t mind being around them, and I liked to groom them, I just didn’t want to ride them.”

Michele Patterson (1971-76) had one event, involving horseback riding, stand out in her mind. She fell off a white horse on an overnight trip. The horse spooked on the trail and she slid backwards off the horse named Champagne. “I was scared to death and I knew you were supposed to get back on the horse, but I just couldn’t. I have spent time with horses in my life, just walking them, but I have never been back on.”

Did you ever fall from your horse at camp? Were you injured?

 

Overnight Biking and Horseback Riding Trips

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img_7554A circle bike trip was one of the clearest memories for fair-skinned Nancy Keeler (1973-74), who ended up in the Infirmary with a sunburn. Six girls, accompanied by Pam Hartz (1966-75) and Mary Bent, biked nine miles the first day, twenty miles the second day, and another nine on the third day.

“I was totally wiped out,” she said., “but they gave us salt tablets. We stopped along the way on lawns and people would bring out water and lemonade to us. It was a more trusting time back then. I remember one of them bringing “Gorp” out to us, which was M&M’s, raisins and peanuts.”

In 1974, James Sweeting evaluated the camp for the state and had noted that a three- day trip had been planned. Sue Patenge was the director at that time and had given her blessing to this adventure.

Another biking trip led by Mary Bent and Pam Hartz took six girls for a two-day overnight camping bike trip. They spent the night in pup tents, cooked over an open fire, packed lunches and rode the Rifle River campground trails. At night they had foil dinners and returned on the third day with “scraped knees, sunburns and pleasant memories”.

Bonnie Schlatter recalled three or four different groups of girls she led on a bike hike in the seventies. “One was older and I don’t know if I suggested it, but I took a few on a bike ride and headed to Tawas, ending at the Lumberman’s Monument. I know we had to be picked up at the end due to the rain. We got drenched,” said Bonnie, who still loves to bike.

“The Peddlin’ Pals” were Mary Surabian, Debbie Agarwal and Bonnie. They started their bike trip on July 6, after some short practice trips heavily loaded. On the first night they stopped at Tawas Point State Park, and the second day into Osoda for lunch and on to their destination at the Lumberman’s Monument. According to the “Loon”, they encountered the rain at the Foote Dam and were picked up, but continued their ride around Long Lake the following day, with sun, swimming and a picnic.

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Tripping Down The River

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23505_115400925153588_1438907_n“One of our canoe trips from Mio to Grayling was spent in a tornado warning,” said Susie Utter, who was a CIT in the fifties. “We went to the banks of the river where it was lower and more protected, and it poured. We looked and saw whatever was holding all the Kotex pads had tipped over and emptied in the river! They were floating down the river!”

The canoe trips were always her favorite, but she hated learning to dump it over and straighten it out. For Susie, it was traumatic. But, those safety drills were valuable when the time came to actually canoe a real river and not near a shore on Loon Lake with the safety of the shore and staff.

Adventures came in many forms. For Cindy Morrison (1960) and Sue Kiltie (1960-68), who were at the end of the canoe paddling forward, it came when the canoe tipped over and everyone got wet. It came when they could stop at the store on the AuSable to purchase goodies and later at night, zip their sleeping bags together to stay warm. Cindy also thought it was an adventure to wash her hair and bathe in freezing cold water. One trip it rained so hard that she and another small girl crawled under the lean-to, scared to death.

Barb Rehmus, Charla Batsell and eight canoeists left for their three-day adventure in July 1975 with much advanced preparation. The kitchen aides carefully packed the supplies they needed with the help of Cabin C. According to the “Loon” arrangements were made with Jolly Redskin campgrounds for “shining, bright canoes to start their journey” and the campers packed their clothes in plastic bags, took a special canoe class and off they went! A fifty-five mile trip in sunny and warm weather ensued for twelve to fifteen hours. “

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Beware and Be Aware!

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lighteningThe elements, the wildlife, other campers on the river and unforeseen circumstances forced campers and counselors to remain on guard at all times. But, adventures were adventures, and unexpected incidents occurred, which were handled as they arose. Some were fun, some were funny and some were dangerous, but all were memorable.

“My most vivid memory of camp was in my last year (1962) of the overnight canoe trip,” said Ilene Zacher, who began attending Camp Maqua in 1959 at the age of ten. “I was with all my cohorts paddling the AuSable. I think they had bussed us to Grayling. It was a backpack type of trip. We embarked upon the river, pitched our tents, prepared our food, hiked the woods and learned about the flora and fauna. It was mostly about survival skills. We had to dig our own latrines, which was interesting and a first for me. I was awestruck by the AuSable and the high cliffs. The worst part of the trip was a thunderstorm with lightning. Our counselor would not let us stop. We were on schedule and she was going to stick to our schedule. Of course, no one got hit by lightning, but I just remember how scary it was.”

Anne Obey, (camper and counselor from 1960-70) had memories of a “heinously awful lightning storm” that sent everyone running to some stranger’s cabin, thankful that no one was home to see the campers trespassing and the raccoons that ate their breakfast.

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Floating Food and Bug Sandwiches–

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10177426_10202732006813156_7359505230034526984_n“I can remember piling eight kids and two staff members into an open truck with all the food and supplies and they would drop us off at Rollways. I look back now that I am a Mom and think—there were no cellphones, no place to contact anyone in an emergency, “ said Laurie Cone, (1962-68) who figured there had to be a ranger station somehwhere—“and driving in an open truck with deer possibly jumping out in front of us? I guess times were different. It was not a litigious world. It was a simple time and we didn’t know any better.”

Tracy Topping (1962-63) also remembered piling into the pickup truck with a “gaggle of girls” singing “We Are The Girls Of Camp Maqua” on the way to the river. “I don’t think that water in the river ever got above our knees and it was slow moving, but if you had too much in the canoe, it would get stuck. I can still see the string of hot dogs all hooked together that came floating down the river. We tried to save the food. I guess one of the canoes had capsized.”

Her sister Randi was at the front of the canoe line, when her sister was at the back. “We all witnessed the giant sausage links floating by our canoes. We were quite impressed that they floated and we tried to catch them,” she laughed, recalling how they were careful to duck the giant tree limbs in the current as they tried to catch the lost food.

Many girls, like Sue Purdue (1964-68), were city girls and took very few trips growing up. “I was very rugged and would not have known camping was in my blood, had it not been for Maqua. One year I was on one of those three or four day camping trips, which I did every session. We didn’t have tents, just sleeping bags. My cousin Laurie was a kitchen aide at the time and had packed the food. There were thirteen of us and she packed enough for six. Also, since there were no coolers, we had something with sour cream and it was in our stew or some dish. All I remember is I threw up all night, but she didn’t know.”

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