The fog wafting in across the shimmering water...the sun setting behind the trees...the crisp, clean night air...the dock, with it's memories...the chapel, in the sunlight...this is Beckwith. And then some. If you ask anyone who's been to Beckwith, they'll tell you they love it. (And if they don't, give me thier name, number, address, and personal information. Fughettaboudit.) Beckwith is just absolutely awesome.

Before I throw a link on here directing you to the official camp site (camp...site, campsite...) I've got to throw my own opinion in here. Beckwith offers a full meal plan for the events that take place at the camp. And these ladies can cook. I'm not sure how in depth the website for the camp is. I'll try to explain the food as best as I can. You can sum it up pretty quickly, actually: AWESOME. Fried Chicken, Mashed Potatoes, Vegetables...

Then there's the Beckwith Breakfast. But we'll let that be a surprise for the first-time attendees. Because it's beyond words.

Anyway, you've probably either stopped reading or aren't very happy that you did, so click on the link and get the straight up on the lowdown.

The Official Camp Beckwith Site