Camp Easter Seals was cray. zee. Not really, it was pretty low-key and relaxing, but Joe had a terrific time and that’s all that matters. We went for a family weekend, sort of a try-it-before-you-buy-it intro to the camp. One day we might send Joe off on his own for a week or two in the summer. Not anytime soon, we aren’t ready. He is. We aren’t.

It all started with fire. Then art with pieces of plate glass. Then arrows. Then climbing. Then horses. It was a little paramilitary (no, no it wasn’t).

The pros call it “practical effects.”

The original 1957 merry-go-round may have been Joe’s favorite part.

Not totally cool with the horse, but still totally cool.

Adaptive bow. Who know?

Our barracks were designed for 24 troops. For our visit they replaced the regular beds with tiny cots. Joe brought his tent because he thought we were going to rough it. “Milquetoasts!” he said, and slept in his tent anyway.