Just tuning in? Me too.

Well, I never intended to turn back , but now just to have said it, there is no turning back.

Just this past weekend we recorded some of the music for "As we march along" the one-hour documentary I'm making about Camp Beaverbrook. I was delighted to hear the wonderful renditions of some of our favorite camp songs performed by hot jazz musicians which brought tears to the eye, not just for me but for my wife Rhys as well.

So yes, my friends, the obsession still has me in its clutches. It has been 25 years since I have plucked the guitar before a captive audience of paying campers up on Cobb Mountain, and it seems like I've never left, especially now that summer is here and I'm visiting with all the old Beaverbods.

April my line producer and I will likely be finished shooting by the end of August when the editing will begin. We already have many counselors and campers who have agreed to be interviewed. Shown here is Cheryl "Breezy" Woher and the back of the head of yours truly at some hotel in Sacramento. She was a natural and for the most part Beaverbods have been coming out of the woodwork now that word of the film is going strong.

Take a look at this photo my fellow Beaverbods. Are you in there? It was taken back in 1985 at Camp Beaverbrook's 25 year anniversary, just a few short months before Bob "Amee" Brown passed away. His passing, along with the deterioration of the site, the change in air quality due to local geo-thermal mining, and a massive and untimely hydrogen peroxide spill in Kelsey creek, led to the merging of Camp Beaverbrook with Snow Mountain Camp in 1986 to produce Camp Beaverbrook at Snow Mountain, a disatrous and unsucessful union lasting but one summer.
The energetic and clever Beaverbods were no match for the lethargic and dim witted mouth breathers of Snow Mountain. The partnership was dissolved and Beaverbrook was no more.